Saturday dawned cool, cloudy and rainy. I packed a running cap just in case it rained on race day. I kissed my kiddos and hubby goodbye and met up with 5 other friends to load up and hit the road. There were six of us, five runners and one cheerleader and we all rode in my friend Deanna's van, which was awesome. We were able to chat and laugh all the way there. It was perfect. The roads were great too, no snow, which I found miraculous considering the weather all around us.
Well, we did that hill without stopping and without walking and passing quite a few people on the way, but Amber and I ended up "losing" Sonja and Becca in the process, which is fine. I have had to mentally come to terms that sometimes the things you do in races that in real live seem rude, are necessary. Like leaving your friends and bumping people as you pass them, its just the nature of the sport and there is nothing personal. I was just grateful to have Amber to run with, it really helps me to have someone to talk to. So I was determined to stay with her, even when I felt like slowing down and she wasn't I just kept pushing. And amazingly enough, even though I sorta felt like puking after the hill, I didn't and my legs felt strong. The whole race felt really good, actually. And before we knew it, we were done. Literally. We turned this corner and suddenly there was the finish line and to get there we had to go downhill, it was surprising and beautiful. So we sped up. And we finished with smiles on our faces. It was awesome.
Placed 159th out of 573 among 33-year-old females (not shabby!)
Placed 744th out of 2,885 people in your age group