I am many things, but one thing I am not is a runner. Despite my many years of playing sports, running was always my least favorite activity. So how I let myself be talked into running a 10K as my very first (and most likely my last) is beyond me. In a flash of what I can only describe as temporary insanity, I signed up for the 10K. The thinking was that if I knew I was going to run a race, I’d train for it. Ummmm…not so much. I don’t enjoy running, and I enjoy cold weather less so October-ish was the last time I did any real training.
My goal is always the same– to not finish last.
|2015||Cooper River Bridge Run||10K||Michelle Pryce||Travelers Rest/SC||35||26285||12536||810||10:53/mi||1:07:52|
I wore trail running shoes instead of actual running shoes and warm up pants instead of shorts. To say I didn’t dress the part is an understatement, but no matter– I finished 12536th place… decidedly not last in a field of near 40,000 other runners. My friend DJ finished a lot higher up than I did.
Charleston and I have a long, complicated history.
Part of my issue with running is that I get distracted by the scenery…and this is why I make a much better traveler than runner.
We were up much earlier than the sun to catch the shuttle boat from Charleston to Mount Pleasant.
The American flag was parachuted in. It was super-cool to watch
At about 8:30 or so, I was off. The winner had already finished by the time I started. Since the main draw of the race in running over the Cooper River bridge, the bridge is the focal point.
it is a beautiful and architecturally interesting bridge.
Charleston and I have a long, complicated history. Charleston is where I fell in love with travel. I vividly remember an elementary school field trip to visit Ft Sumter, Drayton Hall, and the historic battery. It’s a short boat ride out to the fort, but my imagination stirred–what if we keep going? Where will we end up? What was daily life life in the 1700’s? 1800’s? 1900’s? As a self-professed history nerd, Charleston has everything. Pre-Revolutionary history all the way to today.
Charleston is also where I fucked-up the best relationship I’ve ever been in. So now my relationship status with the city can only be described as “it’s complicated.”
Old cemeteries rock my world and Charleston is full of them.
Cannons still guard the entry [by water] to downtown
for shoppers, the city market is awesome… going strong 200 years +
my favourite meal ever–Shrimp and grits, and if you don’t care for that, there are plenty of other awesome places to eat and foods to try.