|Jyl doesn't have a very|
good "mean face"
|Me and Michelle|
accidentally awesome as always
So, I found myself lining up on an absolutely gorgeous night near the front of the pack, scared to death I'd get plowed over.
My plan? Not really to race. Just to run. No goal, no worries.
Michelle's plan? run like hell the first mile. "don't worry, we can recover in the 2nd mile"
Sure we can, Michelle......
BTW...was your shoe really untied....or was that the recovery you promised???
I know I live in this town...but I will be honest, I had no idea where I was half the time and when I figured it out and thought I knew where we were heading, they made us go in the opposite direction. This is NOT a nice thing to do to those of us who are directionally challenged. Surely this is the last hill, right? So I should listen to the people saying "give it all you got!", "So close to the finish", "Go faster!".
Liars. They are ALL LIARS! And listen, you drill sergeant tooting on your whistle while I'm charging that hellish hill like you told me too........MEAN! (and I secretly loved you for it)
|Me and "the boys" at the finish line|
And I'll be honest again...8K? WTF. I still don't know how far that is. They said, "don't worry about it, Hope. Just go."
So I did. Down the hill, up the hill, down the hill, up the hill, up the hill, up the hill.....I think you get the picture.
Hills for 39:43 minutes straight with a 7:59 pace. Good enough for a top 10 finish in my age group out of 138 ladies.
Not too shabby for an old girl that wasn't planning on racing.
I'll take it!
And not to mention the after party. I mean, that's why we run, right?
|THIS, my friends, is what it is ALL about! |
Great friends and some speedy ladies right here folks!
I am one lucky girl!