The one and only year I have been able to run Texas Independence Relay, I was set to do 4 legs. My 3rd leg was in a really nice area on the edge of Houston. It was the shortest leg of the race, it was cold, and I was feeling GOOD. I took off and I started making “road kills” left and right. I was booking it. I was in perfect conditions and I was rocking.
When I got to the intersection where the only turn was, I went left. I couldn’t really see the markings on the ground, so I kept running and I kept seeing runners. I thought I was doing well but I began to wonder where the heck the exchange was.
I turned left instead of right and ran over a mile in the wrong direction. I was so pissed. Turns out those runners I saw, were just random Sunday morning runners. I ran like hell back the other way and passed a few people, but in my wrong way turn, i’d been passed by 5 teams. By time I got to the exchange, I was so mad I was crying.
So I was mad, crying, and looking around for my van. That particular exchange was manned by an Austin running store (ok it’s a chain, but the people there were from Austin). One of the guys working it, had sold me shoes a few days before, so he remembered me. So he got to see me pissed off crying and ranting, as did the rest of my team, which I will mention, were newly introduced to me 2 days before. I HATE when people cry in public. I was that girl. I couldn’t handle a simple turn or dealing with my dumb mistake.
One day I will run TIR again and I want to run that leg and get my redemption.