I was NERVOUS at the start of the race. I even tried to back out *blush*. I told my beloved hubby to have a good race--I'd be waiting at the finish line. He wasn't enthusuastic about this plan since the only reason he registered was so that he could run along side and pace me. So the first (of many) services he rendered was to drag me to the starting line. How romantic.
It was hot--about 103, with a stiff cross wind the whole race. The course was very flat and had a lot of gravel.
The start was notable because of the start gun, which was more reminiscent of a terrorist attack than a foot race. About half of the runners screamed, and the rest of us gasped. There was no "get ready, get set.." or singing of the National Anthem--just a big "KA-BOOM!" followed by a mass shuffle.
I REALLY liked running with James. He kept me at a controlled pace from the start. I felt really good the whole first mile. Plus, he gave me water every 1/3 of a mile or so. Very nice. 1st mile in 8:40.
The second mile was the hardest part for me. The footing was very tricky because of the gravel/bigger rocks. I rolled my ankle 3-4 times. Plus just knowing that I still had a long ways to go was discouraging. Second mile in 9:18.
From the mid-point of the race on, I was trying to keep track of "roadkill". I passed a lot of people. Probably about 20, but James and I both lost count. Probably 2 or 3 passed me. The last 300 yards of the race was on the track, which was awesome. You'll all be happy to know that I chicked a guy right at the very end. As I passed him he said "good kick!" Then, of course, I had to try to chick James. We came in side by side, but the guy at the finish line put me first. Last 1.1 in 9:04. The Garmin showed the course to be short, though. I am choosing to disregard the Garmin in this case. He he.
Oh, I forgot to tell you...I lose a couple of commando points at the end for loss of dignity. After the race I was sitting there on the ground (supposedly stretching my hamstrings), and I guess I left my mouth hanging open and was all slouched over and gazing off into space. Anyway, the paramedics came running. I asked them if I looked that bad, and they said I looked awful. How do you respond to that? I felt better sooner after this race than the last one, though, so that's good. Oh yeah, and then there was the photographer who said she just HAD to take a picture of me because I looked so exhausted. She laughed as she was taking the picture. Anything I can do to make some random stranger's day.... I just hope they don't put that picture in the paper or anything.
WHOA! I finally got the race results for this race and GUESS who won their age division?!? ME! There were only 13 girls in my div. and I beat 'em ALL! I actually get some kind of award! I ran all through high school and never won anything other than 1 6th place ribbon for the mile (there were only 8 contestants. I'm so excited! PLUS, I chicked half the guys in James' age division. He came in 15th out of 27. The key to success is finding races that are not that well attended, in my opinion. :) Check out the age division results: