White girl in the SUN....tra, la, la, la, la

[Oh now I wish Johann could have done this training run for me.]

To heck with Treadmill Thursday's [celebrate silently Jamoosh]. 

This run yesterday.

Was nuts.

The Pita came home Tuesday night saying he had meetings in Prescott.  Immediately [ding, ding, ding - that's my brain, by the way] ---- I must go.  I feel a training trail run coming on.  So after 1.5 hours of lame stock broker chatter from a conference call blasted in on his crackberry.  [who uses crackberry's anyway?].

We had arrived.  However, I had issues [shock].  I don't have a cute belt thing.  So I'm trying to beg my way win one from Rad Runner.
So I thought we had worked out how I'd get the keys and refuel as needed.  Nope. 

No.
Workie.
Outie.

f a i l.

So a little over 4 miles in I was like, "heck ya, this is okay!"
So I snapped this photo.

Yes, I had tried to swing by the car location for refueling - which is why you see cars not dirt.

So I found the grossest water fountain I could find and off I went.

So how'd it go?

Temp was "supposed" to be 79.  Was 88. 

Did I wear sunscreen?  No

Altitude kill me?  a little.

iPhone case [farmer] tan?  Check.

Getting stopped by a 65 year old couple asking me why my face was so red.  I answered by asking where the nearest grocery store was.  "Oh honey, it's a mile away!!"  Which sounded like 5 steps away at that point.  I had $2 in my pants, heck ya.

Two water bottles later.  Happy me.  Off to my mountainous death.  But first, just one little hill to climb.  Seriously, this photo makes me look like a wimp - and kinda stupid - but the grade/steepness of this hill is so NOT actually represented in this lame photo.

I actually liked this dorky one better.

Nostrils flaring and all.

So off to the real mountain.  I ran 12 in total but . . . .This is how I'd like to express my "actual" 9 mile TRAIL run portion.

....in my case.  Rocky dirt.

I was so mad at how poorly I felt that I did two one mile repeats.

Mile 1: 7:06
Mile 2: 7:36

Then, the Pita drove by saying, "you don't look good.  Hey, want your water?"

(*^%#!%#*+$#

Ya, thanks.

I'm gonna run this town

Well, It's official. 

Prescott will be seeing me.  Soon.

Whiskey Row Marathon 2010

May 1, 2010.

Ready?  Yes.  Ran a 20 miler today and feel better than I have in three months. [yay!]

Did I ever mention how fun [lots of sarcasm here folks] it is to run 20 miles on a treadmill?

Am I thinking this is going to be a PR?  No.  Not with an increase of 1,300 feet in the first 7 miles.  Not for this [non-hill, treadmill running] city girl.

Loving the course description?  NO.  "This is one of the toughest Marathons in the United States. The terrain is rugged, the altitude exceeds a mile above sea level and the weather can be severe."  - awesome.

Who's meeting me there?

*post edit* - Thanks to "Steve" for the email:

"really?  really, you pick WRM over all the others from your post last Wednesday?  Come on!! ... Hawaii, Seattle, D.C?"

Answer, HECK NO!  This is what I'm calling my "marathon to occupy my brain so I'm not totally depressed when April 19th [Boston] rolls around."  Did I qualify for Boston? Yes, in December 2009.  Was I able to register in time? No. :(

Also, the Pita said this wouldn't "count" against my "you can run any two" offer, as he will be fishing with Peanut [while I run].

a w e s o m e.