For years I've "competed" in races. I'm using quotations around "compete" because I give no one competition. I'm more of a jogger, kind of listening to my music and blocking out the world around me. I've given up wearing electronics that show me what my pace is, and I no longer time my runs.
I found all of this training to run faster was zapping me of my love for running. Why do I have to run fast? I just want a good sweat and some mental clarity.
These can be achieved at a nine minute mile pace.
This past weekend was another race my family decided to sign up for. We already ran a 5 miler in July, and we had discussed participating in the 5K (3.1 miles) this weekend. At first I was going to sign up my whole clan again (all of us except my 4 year old), but it was $30/person.
Which quickly translated to $150 for my family to not win anything and burn some calories. I decided the girls would sit this race out. My daughter practices gymnastics 15 hours a week, and I didn't need to pay $30 to get some exercise.
And then it hit me. I didn't need to pay $30 to get some exercise.
I decided to go at it "bandit" style.
Now, because I am a "rule follower" and I'm always on the tail end of getting the joke, I've never done this. I've never even contemplated it. I didn't even know there was "name" for it. But Saturday, with no official racing bib, I got right in there alongside my sister.
I jogged my little heart out, in the back of the pack with all the other casual racers. Before all the serious racers get their panties in a twist about my "bandit" scheme, I did pay $90 for my three boys to run for real. And all they got was a tee shirt because only the top 300 runners got the cool Adidas bag.
Kudos to my brother, who is as handsome as he is fit, and he went home with a black and neon green Adidas bag.
I don't think I'll ever run "bandit" again, because I do love to take part in racing events and support their charities and organizations. But Saturday, I was a racing rebel.
Who ever knew I had it in me.