Okay, so I saw this “Blake Corum Race” thing trending and, honestly, I had no clue what it was about. First, I Googled it, just plain old “Blake Corum Race.” Seemed straightforward, right?
The search result is about football player,and I’m think about what is “race”? Then I opened some videos, finally, I know what is “race”!I think it’s so cool! So I decided to give it a shot myself. I’m not exactly an athlete, but hey, gotta start somewhere.
My ‘Race’ Prep
- Shoes: Found my old running shoes. They were dusty, I won’t lie. Gave them a good wipe-down.
- Location: Figured the park down the street was a good spot. Less traffic, more grass in case I, you know, tripped.
- Warm-up: Did some jumping jacks, stretched my legs a bit. Felt like a total goof, but whatever.
The ‘Race’ Itself
I lined up at what I deemed a reasonable starting point (a slightly crooked tree). Took a deep breath. And… I went for it! I’m not gonna pretend I was breaking any speed records. It was more of a brisk jog, to be honest. My lungs started burning way sooner than I expected. I kept pushing, though, picturing Blake Corum himself (I guess?).
I did a few ‘laps’ – basically, around a big oak tree and back. I definitely felt the burn. And, okay, I might have walked a bit in between. No shame in my game.
The Aftermath
I was sweaty. Like, really sweaty. And a little out of breath. But, I gotta say, it felt pretty good! I wouldn’t call it a “race” in the traditional sense, but I moved my body, got some fresh air, and kinda, sort of, understood the hype. Will I do it again? Maybe. If I do, I’ll probably bring some water next time. And maybe a friend. Misery loves company, right?
