I’ve not yet seen the final results, but I’m fairly certain I, once again, was the oldest participant at this weekend’s Hocus Pocus 5K. And, once again, it was hot and I struggled, but this time I was so lacking in energy than I began to hear myself say to myself, “I can’t do this anymore. This is my last 5K”.
No surprise I came in Dead Last.
Starting off positioned in the middle pack, I quickly began falling to the back mere inches from the start line.
Further into the course, I fell so far behind that I eventually lost sight of every single participant.
With no one to follow, I lost my way and aimlessly wandered about in an uninhabited area of the park for a bit and had to traverse this really spooky tunnel all by myself before I once again saw the course markings.
Some runners had finished the course and were coming around for a second go at it by the time I caught sight of the finish line. Each and every one was very encouraging, urging me on, and it was like a big party, with clapping and whooping and hollering when I finally did cross the line.
Though embarrassed and feeling totally defeated, I was good natured about coming in last … and last in such a spectacular fashion that I even struck a last-place-pose as I hit the finish line.
One competitor captured the moment.
I was so overjoyed to touch the other side of that start post, which was marked “finish”, that I hugged and kissed it.
Too bad there’s not a photo of that.
At any rate, though I’ve already signed up and paid for October’s Hocus Pocus 5K in the same location, and a Halloween Spooktacular elsewhere, with plans to participate in a Thanksgiving and Christmas 5K, I am 95% sure I’m done, really can’t handle another competitive run/walk, and will be henceforth confining my activities to Virtual 5Ks — where I can walk at my own pace, relax and enjoy the scenery.
But who knows … 5Ks are a little like child birth, where one swears one will never put them self through the pains of labor ever again only to forget how traumatic it was and end up putting oneself through another round.
Now about that hotel.
One of a number of well-known chains that provide cookie cutter type rooms in amusement areas for vacation travelers, there was nothing actually wrong with the room, but it just wasn’t right for me.
I’d stated in the last post that the online photos of the room depicted “neat, clean, tidy”, but the carpet and furniture read “old/outdated”. The room lived up to neat, clean, tidy, but, having just gone through a renovation, the furnishings weren’t old/outdated at all. They were just ugly, resulting in an absence of relaxing invigorating chi (energy) in the room.
The seating area was so aesthetically NOT pleasing that I couldn’t bring myself to sit there.
And the desk area was so dark and gloomy looking that I used the area as a counter for my belongings and as a coat rack for outfits – since I declined to bother with opening the closet door because the energy in the room was so not there that I didn’t want to settle my things any further than the desk area.
The bed was the only area in the room that didn’t turn me completely off — probably because the white coverings provided a little bit of energy, even through the beige bed skirt was kinda ugly, so that’s where I spent all of my time … when I wasn’t outside exploring, with the pillows propped up to make the bed serve as a couch and chair.
There was a nice café in the lobby (they served Starbucks), and there was even a Starbucks next door.
The hotel was centrally located to all the attractions. I wasn’t interested in Knotts or Disneyland, but I did find a Farrell’s Ice Cream Parlor for late lunch/early dinner, after which I headed over to the Movieland Wax Museum only to find, though the sign is still up as a landmark, the museum closed some years ago and now housed the Body Exhibit. Not wanting to lose my lunch/dinner I passed on that.
So, like I said, there was nothing really wrong with the room, it just wasn’t my kind of place – bright, energetic, glass, mirrors. And, it is entirely possible the lack of chi in the room, plus waking up at 3:00 in the morning, had something to do with my lack of energy and inability to keep up in the 5K. But I won’t know for sure unless I go back for the Hocus Pocus and book a different hotel and right now my sense is … no way, I’m done.
Oh … and in case you’re wondering, I did NOT win “Best Dressed”. Didn’t even come into consideration. I should have topped my tutu with a green top and worn shorts, instead of leggings under.
At any rate, the race organizers chose five they felt were cutest, and audience screams, hollers and clapping determined the winner.
Funny thing is, when I first saw the pink tutu walking across the bridge approaching the check-in table, the thought ran through my head, “Here comes the winner”. Sure enough, she won the stuffed dressed-in-a-tutu dumbo.