Yah, it seems like the equivalent of being 'chicked'
That made me laugh. I ran an 8km fun run on Saturday and got "Grannied" at the 7km mark. I had nothing left in the tank and had to watch her power away. She was a good runner!
Speaking of which, I did my 8km on Saturday, unfortunately shod because I'm still stuck on the 3km mark barefoot. I decided to dress up for a laugh, and went in with a red t-shirt and shorts, red headband, wrist bands and long red socks pulled up to my knees. I went out way too hard as it turned out - I started at 4:30 for 2km, then slowed down to 4:45 for 2, then 5:00 for 2, then 5:30 for the hilly 7th km. I almost walked, but you don't want to walk when you're dressed like I was, so I did a slow grind to the finish and remembered to smile while people went sprinting past. Not quite what I had planned, but it was fun.
Onto this week. I did a barefoot 3km on the beach in the rain on Tuesday morning and surprised myself by being a little quicker than expected. I'm starting to get to the point where I'm ready to push for a little more distance, but that's a subject for another rambling thread about over-thinking transitioning.