I think I’m ready for my first out-of-USA race tomorrow. The race is a 4-miler through a historic town. The race used to be a regular thing until highway construction made is less runner-friendly. It’s been 25 years since it was last held, and the website says former Olympians have run it. And then there will be me.
I’ve run about 22 miles since getting here. The hills have been tough, but I’ve tackled them. I’m glad the weather here is much cooler than home. People here, however, think I’m nuts for running in the heat. I’m hoping the relatively cool air will help me in the race.
Also new is that the race is at 8pm. Back at the start of my running journey, this wouldn’t be unusual timing for me since I was typically on the treadmill at home after my husband went to bed. This routine has changed over the months, and my running usually occurs between 10am and 2pm, mainly after yoga or spin classes.
I’ve already been in contact with one of the race organizers. This will be their running club’s main fundraiser. I’m hoping they have t-shirts to buy, but if not, one from the town will do. It’s going in my commemorative t-shirt quilt that I’m having made after 2013’s racing season ends, so it’s non-negotiable that I need a t-shirt.
I ran a very slow 6 miles this morning and tonight at 6:30, I’m taking a “yoga for every day athletes” class. How convenient that the Kinsale Yoga Center is only a couple blocks from our condo rental.
I’m feeling good about the race, much better than I did about the Firecracker 4 race last week. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s knowing that most of the racers will be faster than me. Maybe I’m just excited to be racing in Ireland.
I may not PR, but my goal is to finish a race in Ireland. Youghal (pronounced yawl), here comes a Yankee Doodle Dandy.