I knew I had to start fast from the get go or I really wouldn't have a chance to even get less than 1:55. So I started out fast. There was a lot of downhill and I took advantage of each down hill to help propel me forward even when it flattened out. There weren't pacers in this race and I don't wear a watch so I had no idea how fast I was going. I heard one guy say as I was passing him that when they came out of the shoot (crossed the start line) they were doing a 7:30 (per mile), but I figured they had slowed way down so the fact that I was passing them made me think I was doing something around 8:00 or 8:30. I kept pushing it and around mile 11 I was starting to feel like I was slowing down. I knew I couldn't give up this close to the end so I started my self-talk, you know, "you're strong" "you can do it" "i'm not in pain." The last .2 miles of the race were on the track at Snow Canyon High School. I came around the last bend and I could see my dear Watson cheering me on. I expected to see 1:50 on the clock, so imagine my surprise when it said 1:38. I screamed to my dear Watson and pointed at the clock! 1:38!!! Somehow I found it in me to sprint to the finish line. At least I think I sprinted.
I had a feeling that I could be anywhere from 3rd to 5th place in my age division, so I checked the results but they hadn't printed the 3rd place winner yet.....that was good news! When they finally printed it I ended up coming in 4th place, just a mere 10 seconds behind the 3rd place girl. 10 seconds?? If I would have known that I totally would have passed her...I could have taken home a trophy to commemorate my best run ever. I was doing on average 7:34 miles...for 13.1 miles.
I was shocked and amazed and really grateful that I was able to push myself and be so successful. It was hard and I haven't felt this sore since I ran a marathon--I usually don't feel too sore after a 1/2. Seriously, my body is paying for it, but it's just a reminder that I reached -- no---surpassed a really tough goal.
|Why do I always make the ugliest faces while I'm running. This is where I'm pointing to the clock and yelling at my dear Watson to look at the time.|
|We were Barney and Betty Rubble for Halloween.|
|It was Jenny BF's birthday last week so I made her some home made marshmallows. She likes mallows so I made them extra special.|
|I packaged them up like this and shipped them to Athens, Georgia, not Greece. I'm not sure what 4 days in the mail did to them but Jenny seemed to like em anyway!|