My whole plan for this race was to be able to improve and get faster and beat my time. But it was a rough month with TJ gone a lot out of town (which means no running) and I was sick with the stomach bug one week (no running again) and then sick 2 weeks later with a crazy cold (more no running). Too much of no running equals me getting slower and loosing endurance. And loosing that meant loosing desire to run the race. It would be impossible for me to beat my time, or even get close to the same time. When I was able to run I felt like I was starting over. It was brutal and I hated it. Needless to say I wasn't excited about the race.
On the morning of the race Tessa was supposed to pick me and Becky up at 3:45. When 3:55 came I started calling her... no answer. I tried Ian's phone and no answer. I got in my car, got Becky and drove to Tessa's house and banged on the front door... no answer. We had to get going or we would miss the race.
She slept in and I feel so bad that she missed it.
The race was hard. I had crazy shin splints and no energy. As soon as I started running I was already feeling it and debating with myself whether or not to just walk it. At mile 8 I was finally warmed up and I felt good until mile 10. The last 3 were endless and drug on and on. But I did have more energy at the end and was able to sprint to the finish unlike the last race where I just wanted to collapse. I feel bad for Becky because her husband didn't come to see her finish. He just didn't care. She almost lost it and cried.
I would have.
It sucks to not have support (especially from your husband). I'm VERY thankful for TJ and the support he gives me.
My time was 2:00.
Lame
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