I don’t usually run 5K’s because well honestly it’s a waste of money for such a short race. I just can’t bring myself to spend money on them. I ran one yesterday however. It was the Butterfly 5K in a neighboring town to support the Julia Cekala Foundation. Julia lost her battle about 10 years ago and her parents, friends and family have championed for her to help others fighting the same issue. My company volunteered for the event and I decided to run it because it was an entry that we got for sponsoring and working the event. No one else wanted it and it was my way to do something that mattered because Julia no longer can. I woke up and it was 78 degrees at 6 am. UUGGHHH that’s not a good sign. At race start it hovered around 90 with humidity at some rediculous number that pretty much took the fresh out of fresh air. It was like there was a blanket covering the trees preventing easy breathing standing still let alone moving at a trot. It was so hot that there was a girl puking not even a mile in, two that needed an ambulance and 500 or so runners that did plenty of walking including high school teams that are in much better shape than I am. It was horrible out. I felt sorry for my work family who had to stand still in the blazing sun baking like a tater tot. I was at least running and had a self instituted breeze which didn’t seem to make it any better. It was so hot my legs were swelling and it felt like I was moving them through mud because they were tired and heavy. Everyone was having issues especially when we ran over the newly laid black tar that radiated more heat like we didn’t have enough to deal with already. Yes thank you I was feeling a bit chilly just there …. NOT! I trudged on without pausing through 2.74 of 3 miles before I had to stop. It was an uphill section just before the finish and I just had to catch my breath for a moment or two. I pushed myself to start running again to the finish and was so happy to cross and stop and get some much needed water and sit down in the shade. Everyone was sitting down trying to recover, drinking water and eating supplied bananas and apples which tasted pretty darn good. It was so bad out that I forgot to collect my cute little butterfly medal at the finish. I had to go back like a little kid who felt they got gypped cookies in my school lunch or something. I didn’t sit around long since I went alone to the race. No one to hang with where I was so I didn’t wait around. I am pretty sure I didn’t win any of the awards since I”m not fast enough but I don’t run for the prizes, I run just to do it. The smaller races don’t have the fan fare and expos and yummy food that some of the big ones do and since it was so hot the call from my truck’s AC was more enticing than hanging around in the heat. So I went home feeling happy to have finished, happy that I didn’t slow down but the one time and happy to have run for a nice cause. I now need to find a race for Butterfly Children that doesn’t require a passport or a 4+ hour plane ride. Now those kids are tough! I did give up my scheduled 6 mile run for a 3 but 3 felt like 10 so it’s ok. I am running The Falmouth Road Race on Sunday with a friend and we are going to make it fun and memorable because 12,000 runners doesn’t really allow for fast and that’s ok with me! It’s all about the experience!