I went to bed nice and early on Friday night, ensconced in my blankets and still trying to fight this retched head cold. Inhaling Vick’s Vapour Rub out of the bottle, and coughing up a storm, I had to turn to the last scary resort…the dreaded Buckley’s cough syrup. It tastes awful, but if you can stomach it, I would highly recommend it. It soothed my sore throat, and put me into blissful slumber so I was able to get up on Saturday morning bright eyed and bushy-tailed for the Santa Shuffle.
Once on the race grounds, we lined up to get our numbers. To say it was cold, would be an understatement. It was bitterly cold. To avoid the wind, we hovered in the warm tent and waited it out until the race warm up started.
Despite the cold temps, we were all smiles and ready to go.
Even good old Kris Kringle made an appearance to wish us well at the starting line.
Although I would consider myself to be in pretty good shape, to be completely honest it was a tough run. Between Kilometres three and four, I felt as though I could have stopped to walk for a bit as my breathing felt laboured. All I could think was lungs don’t fail me now. The effects of the Buckley’s wearing off, or the slight rattling in my chest didn’t help matters. Thank goodness for Lisa, who was encouraging me to carry on. After she said, “we can do this, you’re doing great,” I soldiered on. It could also have been the cute little elves at each mile-point who cheered us on with jingle bells and whistles. It felt great seeing this sign on the horizon. That’s when I knew I could do it.
Overall, it was great day. I was excited to take home my number bib and first ever medal. Yay me!
After the run, a hot cup of coffee was definitely on the agenda so we stopped at Tim Horton’s (of course.)
Next? On Monday begins training for the Sporting Life 10K in Spring. Looks like I’ve caught a bug that Buckley’s cannot cure.