So I had Run Forrest yesterday. Totally excited, looking forward to the run and the resultant festival afterwards. We were out the door by just after 7am to drive the one and a half hours down there. Had to take my car as Mike's is out of action, waiting on a part. Today also marked 17 years since my grandpa passed away from pancreatic cancer. I had planned to run with this photograph in my pocket. Hold on tight grandpa we were going for a run.
We'd gotten as far as Camperdown, half an hour away, and the minute Mike hit the brakes there was a nasty grinding groaning sound. Now my brakes have been making a bit of a sound but nothing like this. Stopped the car, took off again and it was a horrible metallic sound. Mike wasn't happy at all and at that moment I knew what was coming, we weren't going anywhere.
He turned the car around on the highway and went off to a small road and got out to check. He said the front left brake was red hot. There was no way we were heading to Forrest. We limped our way back home at about 60kmh and of course I cried the whole way home, big fat silent ploppy tears, and he was feeling bad too, kept saying sorry, which made it worse as he has nothing to be sorry about. And even being a two car family we couldn't even take his car as it's out of action whilst we're waiting for a part for his. Stuck.
DNS. Did Not Start. First time I've ever had that against my name.
Home, started unpacking, and still feeling in the miseries decided right, I'm already in my gear, at 10.30am I'm going to head out and run my 10km around town at the same time as I would have been doing Run Forrest.
It wasn't pretty, it was slow, but I'm so glad I did. I took my grandpa in my pocket and we just ran and ran and ran.
Although at one point I thought I was being stalked. A van had followed me very slowly, there was some writing on the side but I couldn't make it out. It would disappear and then reappear again. Far out, it really was following me. Then I was over on the other side of town and there it was again, slowly slowly inching it's way up the street, it turned and came up the service road after me. I was at the stage of trying to work out fight or flight, what to do, then it passed me ... it was the Google mapping van!! Oh that'd be right, my arse will probably end up on Google with it's own address code!
And later on that night, a friend of mine sent me this. Firstly he sent me a message to check if I'd had my concrete yet. Concrete I asked? He said yeah, to toughen me up a bit! He knew I was disappointed about missing the race but told me I needed to start being super proud of myself and to celebrate how far I'd come, and be thankful about that. I still went out and ran 10km, I don't need a medal to know I'm now a fit woman who can belt out 10km whenever I want to.
Yep, thanks Bruce, point taken! Got to love the people who make me keep it real.
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