I earned myself a DQ Blizzard this morning.
Despite a very ominous (and wet) weather forecast, which I obsessed over for the last few days, this morning’s George Washington Parkway Classic ended up being a pretty fantastic race. The rain started last night, but mercifully slowed to a drizzle early this morning; the wind behaved itself, as well. As many of the racers this morning remarked, it could have been a whole lot worse. I’m not sure if it was the weather, or my low expectations, or the fact I was hoping to earn myself a much desired DQ Blizzard, but I ran my way to a personal best 10 miler race time of 1:23:53. It should also be noted that I left my Garmin at home; I figured the constant reminder of my weather induced slow pace would only serve to frustrate me. As it turns out, the weather did not affect my run at all and I enjoyed not being prisoner to the digital pace read out on my watch.
It was running for the sake of running.
Also, it was running to receive a perfectly chewy bagel at the end. I like bagels in most any form, but when a race provides real bakery bagels, as opposed to the pre-packaged grocery store variety, I get a little over excited. I even tweeted the event organizers to express my appreciation for their bagel choice. They replied, saying they’d pass on my thoughts to Capital Bagel Bakery in Alexandria, whose employees were up baking the bagels at 2am this morning.
After I finished the race, ate my delicous bagel and retrieved my checked gear bag, I walked back to the finish line to cheer on the other runners. I was looking for my friend’s husband, who was running his first big race; as it turns out, he crossed the finish line while I was devouring my bagel and I missed him. All the cheering and clapping in the drizzle made my fingers freeze, so I high tailed it to the nearest Starbucks (the one I always stop at when I run in Old Town) to purchase myself some liquid warmth.
It was the best decision I made all day.
Well, that and deciding to actually get out of bed when the alarm painfully sounded at 4:30 am.
So, like I said, I earned myself a Blizzard. Except, it’s now 7:44 pm and I’ve yet to eat a Blizzard. It’s too cold.
My mom, who is really quite wise, reminded me that it’s never to cold for ice cream. I tend to agree with that sentiment, as evidenced by the nearly constant carton (or two) of ice cream in my freezer, however, it’s raining, it’s cold and I’m a walking zombie right now. Tonight, I’m taking a rain check on my Blizzard.
I’ll get one next week. And boy will it taste good.