‘Shootin’ at the walls of heartache…’
Shame on you Patti Smyth – but, I love a good 80s tune. This song rang through the halls as I prepped for the Baltimore 10 miler. My hometown was not so much New Order as Cherry Pie in the 80s. 10 hilly, hot miles later I was treated to a cover version of ‘Paralyzer’, so I guess the tradition continues.
I’ve completed race number 3 in 8 days and I am done running races for a good while. ‘Race’ number 2 was The Warrior Dash, and it was a full body workout. But this race made me wonder about all the people doing the truly dangerous obstacles. I was twenty feet high on a slippery, muddy wall thinking ‘I survived too many real challenges to die on this stupid, fake wall.’ I expected that Dash to be a 5k where you jump over some stuff. Not so. The course was so muddy I never broke a 15 minute mile pace, and I passed out in bed thinking the BAA 10k was a goner.
“I don’t wanna tame your animal style…You won’t be caged in the call of the wild!” (Yeah, I had to look those lyrics up)
I did the inaugarul BAA 10k. I had been excited to do this race – I hopped online Day 1 and had bib number 75. And then the race wasn’t fully subscribed, which I get for a first-time race but it’s also the BAA. Turns out they had picked a really unimaginative course up and back Comm Ave., and I have no idea where they marketed but I never saw an ad. I think they relied too much on a reputation they might not have, and lost out to the Warriors. In the end it was so conveniently located I trotted over the half mile to the Start Line and just banged it out to an ok time.
Another Top 10 age group finish.
‘I am the Warrior…’ (And yes, I’d rather be listening to New Order)