Even though I know that I don’t need to carbo-load before a 5K, I like the tradition of eating pasta the night before. And I know that Jason likes it when I cook pasta, so I made Ellie Krieger’s Pasta Primavera on Friday night.
I used zucchini instead of asparagus and penne instead of spaghetti. We ate it with some Alexia garlic bread while we watched the movie An Education, which was very good.
I was up at 6:45 am yesterday to drive down to East Atlanta to run the Run Before You Crawl 5K. I’m always paranoid about getting to races late, so we ended up being 45 minutes early. It was warm out though so it wasn’t a big deal.
My friends Joan and Randy were doing the race too, but walking because Joan hurt her foot, and my friend Darin had texted me earlier in the week saying he was going to run it also. The race was pretty small, maybe only a couple hundred people. It went through a bunch of neighborhoods in East Atlanta. Like most races in Atlanta, this was another pretty hilly course. And like most races that I run in general, I started off too fast.
By the time I got to mile 2, I made the decision to take some walk breaks. By 9am, when the race started, there was a good amount of humidity in the air and I just wasn’t feeling like pushing myself. I did a run/walk combination for the last mile and ended up finishing the race in 30:08. Not bad considering the walking.
The pub crawl was after that race, not part of it. All of the runners/crawlers were divided into five teams. (You could pick which team you were on.) All the teams would go to five different bars, but in a different order so the places didn’t get too crowded. You were supposed to stay at the bar for 45 minutes. Our team started out at So-Ba.
From there, we went to the Midway Pub and met up with a friend of Darin’s. It was around 11:30 at this point so we all got some food. I had the veggie burger and some fruit.
Then we went to Holy Taco.
Then the Flat Iron.
And finally, the Earl.
Yes, I went to 5 bars during the day time. After the crawl was over, we went to Darin’s house which was nearby. I fell asleep on his couch.
Yesterday was fun, but it’s not something that I want to do again for a long time, maybe ever! I don’t really drink that much anymore. I rarely drink during the week at all and if I go out on the weekend, I’ll usually have two, maybe three drinks. While my 25 year old self loved to do drinking activities like this, my nearly 33 year old self really does not. I have the tendency to feel guilty about nights (in this case, days) like this and this time I’m not going to let myself feel that way. I once asked one of my friends, who is seven years older than me, if he feels guilty if he goes out and drinks a bunch. He said no because it doesn’t happen very often. So that’s how I’m choosing to feel now. Instead of worrying about the calories that I consumed (which is what I feel guilty about), I’m just going to say that in order to lead a healthy life, it’s okay to be unhealthy on occasion.