There was more to the weekend than just the march. We actually ended up doing a lot on Sunday!! After the march, I promptly went back to the hotel, took a longer than anticipated nap and ended up ordering a crappy dinner from some place that was still open. Which kind of sucked for me, because I really wanted to go and have a nice solo dinner — but oh well.
I woke up early Sunday to get ready for the Hot Chocolate 15k. After much parking anxiety, I finally gave up on trying to find the parking lot that I had previously bought a pass for, and just parked somewhere closer to the beginning of the race. As a child of extreme punctuality, I was there at 6:30 as requested for Wave 1 runners. The race began at 7:40, so I had plenty of time to psych myself out. They eventually ended up getting us corralled, and I was super impressed with how on-time they were. Corral A was out of the gates at exactly 7:40. I was in Corral E, and we probably started around 8 or so.
In case you’ve never been to Atlanta, she is one hilly bitch. The course was rough, and I was thankful for every breeze. And guess what, y’all? I ran the entire damn thing. I didn’t stop once – I ran the entire 9 miles. I remember getting extremely emotional seeing that mile 9 sign and realizing that, not only was i going to finish, but I was going to do so in a time way earlier than I had predicted. My mile splits ended up being around 11:18 (I actually ran the last 5k of the race faster than the previous 10), and my goal for this race was 12 minutes. I finished the whole thing in around an hour and forty-five minutes. I was exhausted and tired, but so so proud of myself.
After the race, B and boo came to meet up with me at the hotel. We made a quick trip to Ikea, and then went to Shake Shack — first timers! It was so good, and while a tad on the expensive side, I’d definitely go back. Even boo approved, taking a few bites of the burger and the fries.
Then – we got to watch the Pack get humiliated by the Falcons at the last game ever in the Georgia Dome. It was a giant ass-kicking, and the Pack just seemed off, so we left with about 5 minutes left in the second quarter. It was a humongous waste of money, and I’m really upset that we let the high of the last game get the best of us. Plus the Falcons fans in the Dome were just as horrible to away fans as the Saints fans were. I was honestly minding my own business waiting on line to use the bathroom when some dude came up behind me, hit my back, and said “Get out of here, Cheeseball.” So while, I really like the away atmosphere of some teams (Nashville), I will probably try to make my next game be at Lambeau. Upside? Rodgers’ booty was super close to me.
So that was the end of the weekend — despite the Packers loss, it was still pretty great. I, unfortunately, now am only looking forward to the Super Bowl for the food.