Woke up early...drank my coffee, water, and this time I only ate half a banana before the race. We had, had a nice Italian meal the night before and I was still full when I woke up. I brought along Luna bars but my stomach was saying "no bueno" when I looked at the box... so I skipped it. I was not nervous for this race - I was PUMPED. I was running this race with my good friends and that makes all the difference in the world - plus I was in a different state (yes Holls, not Illinois;) so if I looked stupid - no one knew me - great philosophy, I know;) AND... I didn't wear my watch so no obsessive focusing on my dang wrist - just time to enjoy the pavement pounding.
Our hotel was in walking distance from the race and I LOVED this. I think that was much less stress in the morning than worrying about driving, parking, where everything was, etc... We all got ourselves ready and off we walked to the start. It was a great chilly morning - which you know I love. We met up with all the gals, used the restroom, downed more water, and shimmied our booties into our corrals.
I remember the race starting and my legs just went... my music was playing some awesome jams... and Brandi and I were killing it. I was taking in the surroundings and watching all the runners. When I saw the 3 mile sign it kind of caught me off guard - it had only felt like a minute since we started. There were AMPLE water stations at each 1.5 miles and the volunteers were AMAZING. It really had me motivated. I was waving at the spectators and slapping hands with the kids as we passed. One of my favorite parts of running, enjoying those around you. Get them hype - so they get you hype... Reciprocation baby!
I hit mile 5 and the clock read 45:20 - a 9:04 pace - and I thought NO WAY baby... this race is falling into place NICELY... I kept up with the 2 hr pacers - I just ran right behind them - but it was crowded and I was dodging people and that was NOT MY CUP OF TEA. So I pulled back a bit, enjoyed the beautiful neighborhoods we were running through, ate my GU chomps around mile 8, and watched the people sweat their faces off. Mile 10 read 1:32 - a 9:13 pace and I thought - yep... this race is it.
At mile 11 my legs started feeling like bricks - I kept shaking them to get them moving. I was slowing down and I could feel it - but I kept pushing through. NO STOPPING... I kept telling myself that. I rounded the fort sprinting/breathing heavy and BOOM - 2:02 was my finish time. My last 5K I slowed a lot - it was around a 9:52 pace - but hey... whatever, the first 10 miles I was GOLDEN and I LOVED IT! Met up with everyone on center field and enjoyed our post race treats. Stretched and squealed as I got that PR I was so badly wanting.
|Brandi, Ash, and I|
I will be back with more of the "weekend shenanigans" in another post - plus I have something really awesome coming. YAY!!!! Oh... and a few other surprises...