|I can see now that green isn't really my color...but I REALLY love this shirt!!|
|244 runners turned out for the 10-K|
On your marks...get set...GO! I started pretty fast...a good fast, although it took me until mile 2 to find my "right" pace.
My music was not great, I discovered I had to pee, and the wind...HOLY CRAP!! The wind. By the time I made it to mile 3 I found that your mind could be your worst enemy...or your best friend. I stopped thinking about the urge to "pull over" on the side of the road to relieve myself , told myself to "suck it up, buttercup", the wind actually felt good compared to the humidity that was making me drip, and there is a shuffle button on my MP3 player...USE IT!
By mile 4, I was running at just below my goal pace(which was to finish in 50 minutes). I was at 34 minutes so far and had just finished running down a 1/2 mile hill(which many dummies passed me on)...I say dummies because just ahead is a mile incline. That doesn't sound that bad as I'm writing this... A MILE INCLINE. It's not straight uphill...but it is A MILE UP A HILL. So all those dummies that passed me on the way down, I was now passing on the way UP. and that is why I run hills once a week.
I found my Black Eyed Peas...and JUST. KEPT. RUNNING. All along this incline are signs of encouragement taped to orange cones. One that stuck out for me was, "There is no pain when you win". Of course I wasn't going to WIN, but when you finish a race you do win...sort of...get it?? Yeah, me neither, my brain was getting mushy at this point.
All along the uphill, I'm dodging spit balls, and snot rockets, and coughers, and walkers, and a guy coming out of the woods(he really should've used the porta-potty BEFORE the race). A lady at the top of the hill was spraying us with her garden hose, a nice gesture if you wanted to get super-soaking-wet...I opted out.
The last stretch of any race is truly energizing. I turn my music off, and can hear the cheers and clapping. I look to my right to see my family pointing..."There's Mama!!". I wave, and smile, and because I'm THAT person, I get a lump in my throat...because it is purely overwhelming.
I start to sprint as I see the race clock...50:34, 50:35...I cross at 50:50. My goal was 50 minutes...GOOD ENOUGH. This was my personal record. And because being competitive is one of the only Type A traits in my normally Type B personality (seriously...I scored 27 out of 100 on this -thanks Mary Lauren from My 3 Little Birds! ), I have to say all of this: I finished in 12th place for the women, 64th overall (244 runners). I got 3rd place in my age division
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