Yuri’s Night 5K & More

I was up early Saturday morning to run the Yuri’s Night 5K. When I created the race in 2004, my biggest hope was that it would continue once I was no longer available to manage it. For a while, I didn’t think that would happen. It was hard enough to find volunteers, much less someone willing to tackle all the ins and outs of planning. But I’m happy to report that the race is in good hands, and seems well on its way to becoming an annual tradition. It’s small, drawing only about 150 people. It’s quirky, with its mix of asphalt and dirt and a short but steep hill in the first mile. And it’s definitely no frills, with just a few card tables set up in the parking lot. But it’s a fun race that draws a dedicated crowd. One guy told me on Saturday that the Yuri’s Night race is the only 5K he ever runs!
I ran with Gavin, and discovered that I’m even more woefully out of shape than I thought. At least I managed a sub-12:00 pace. But I’m ok with it, I mean, running is just way down on my list of priorities right now. At lunch on Friday, Becca said she didn’t know how Jose and I were managing to both plan a wedding and buy a house at the same time. Jose’s answer was well said: “One day at a time.”
There’s something to do every day. So we take it one day at a time. Exercise usually gets lost in the shuffle. It is what it is and I accept that it’s how my life is right now. It won’t last forever. It’s not every year that a gal gets married and builds a house in the same 6-month period.
On Saturday night/Sunday morning, I was awoken at 3:14 a.m. to the sound of my upstairs neighbors’ stereo turned up to max volume and drunken shouting from the balcony. Now, I am a fairly heavy sleeper. In 5th grade, I would’ve slept straight through Hurricane Hugo if my parents hadn’t woken me up to move to the hallway because there were trees falling down all over the place. As such, it was difficult to resist going back to look at the beginnings of our house yesterday and dreaming of when I will no longer have upstairs neighbors. But Jose and I resisted. “They don’t work on the weekends,” we told ourselves. “There’s nothing new to see.” But I’m not sure we’ll be able to keep ourselves from taking a peek tonight.