my
"it"
race . . . .
Ya, it wasn't "it".
Which was good & bad.
The good part is . . .
I didn't find out at mile 16, 20 or 22 it wasn't my race.
. . . I knew, 3 weeks prior, it wasn't going to be MY race.
and
I knew I'd get to meet the one and only Miss Zippy. Her blog was one of the very first running blogs I ever followed . . . best. find. EVER.
and
That I'd get Racing Dawn here to stay with me for four days [which should have been 5 but whatever] ;)
The Bad . . .
Well, mostly that I was not, even remotely, feeling close to 100%
and
that I want this freaking "BQ like a man" thing pretty freaking bad. I know I was "there" in my training in October/November [insert a huge . . . . uggggg]
And oh this other little thing . . . . .
that I'm
Anddddddddddddddd
just so I didn't wake up race day morning and TRY to race it . . . .
I. did. this.
What?
Most normal people destroy the backing off their race bib, right?!
So here we are race morning:
Normal:
And not quite as normal:
The weather was fabulous. Like the most perfect of all perfects.
Some mid run photos:
After Dawn got her SUGAAA:
Shoulda been Twizzlers, just sayin'.
Here's the finish shot [thanks MOM!]
All. Smiles.
After the "after shot":
Not going to lie. . . . I teared up two times out on the course {anger/sadness} that this day wasn't my new PR day. [kinda doesn't help when you've told other runners (that you get to know from other races) that this was going to be THE DAY.]
But this was what was best for this day.
I am beyond grateful to have a best friend by my side for the whole ride.
And parents who will always be there racing or not. Always there to support me.
a l w a y s.
So while I'm not super sure "what's next" for me.
I do know . . .
1. This was one awesome weekend
2. I love this race/course
3. I will still get my 3:0x
4. I am one blessed woman
5. ............ And this Ragnar with My Cholla Chicks this weekend, will be one big huge tutu, hairy man, pickle juice drinking . . . party!
