I looked everywhere for my mask on Saturday but it was no where to be found. It’s just as well as a true bandit doesn’t want to stand out.
A few weeks ago, G at Neurosis of a Stay at Home Mom decided to host a Half and Half Virtual Race; either run a half-marathon or half of a 10K (yes, a 5K) to keep us motivated through July.
I decided that I wanted to participate but wasn’t sure which to do as, at the time, I wasn’t sure where I would be in my training. So, I decided to wait to register.
The problem came last week when I realized that I missed the cut-off for registration for this first-time virtual race so I did the unspoken: I ran as a bandit.
That’s right, on Saturday night, at 6:05 p.m., I headed out for my 5 mile run with the intention of racing the first 5K because I really, really wanted to participate in the race. I wasn’t taking anyone’s water, gatorade, or racekit shwag; I wasn’t going to try to grab a finisher’s medal at the end, nor was I going to eat their food; I definitely wasn’t going to scream that I should be included in awards – as a bandit. No, all I wanted to do was run the race.
So, I did. Skipper jumped on his bike and paced me (that’s right, if I’m going to be a bandit in a race, I’m going to have a pacer too) through a speedy 5K, finishing in 21:47. If my little Superhero were around, I’m sure I could have shaved a few seconds off my time as crime-fighters are always chasing bad gals like me.
Me – a virtual bandit. Now, that is one for the books.