I just signed up for the girliest race in the World. Ever. In case you don't know about this race series, it is very popular and like the name implies, completely geared towards women. They have make-up booths at the finish line. They have boa stations along with hydration stations. A chiseled model full of muscles in all the right places presents you with a flower along with your "Diva Medal". Pink is the prevalent color of course.
Oh, they let guys run. But you are not high on their priorities list. The shirt they give you? It's a women's cut. My wife will thank me for that one I guess. And as I described above, the atmosphere is not men-oriented. I guess the potential of being surrounded by thousands of women running is the one comfort, if only because I will know beforehand that they are not running away from me. I am so looking forward to this. Check out the excitement in my face. As Jaffar from Aladdin would say: "Ecstatic."
I'm excited. Can you tell?
So you are probably asking why am I doing this race? Well, so am I. Actually, the answer is simple: Because I have no choice at this time. I want to run a Half-Marathon before the Disney Marathon and it's either this or traveling somewhere in the U.S. which is not gonna happen as I can't afford it so Divas it is! There is no law that says you gotta do a Half before a Full but I sure would feel a lot better if I do. Plus, the racing schedule is part of what keeps me motivated and training regularly. I have to test my progress running longer distances and I can't do that running 5K's which are plentiful down here. The weather here is not conducive to very long races. 5 and 10K's are everywhere. You could probably run one every week of the year. Halves and Full's? Very, very few. Maybe 3 or 4 Halves and only two Fulls that I know of. This is the only race that fits into my schedule so I will take it.
Trying to look for a silver lining here, I think it is actually my destiny to run this race. I mean, I live surrounded by women every day. My wife for one. My three daughters for another.(Check out the art in my pic above) They call themselves princesses and how far can that be from diva? My only niece and Goddaughter? A girl. Heck, my boss is a woman! I am surrounded by women. Always. So this race will just be another day for me I guess. I am trapped in the estrogen train to fabulous and it seems to be a 13.1 miles trip to get there. Can't wait to write THAT recap.