I'm claiming it, here and now! When I run the Indy Mini in May I am going to beat my PR of 1:58:59. I don't care if that means running it in 1:58:58...whatever the numbers, I plan to PR.
The Mini and I have unfinished business since I fell during training this spring and had to downgrade to the 5K. I had to come back from that fall slowly, doing a run-walk thing instead of just a run thing. The marathon I was supposed to run on Nov. 6 was downgraded to a half. A miserable, painful, depressing, 2:47:45 half. It really wasn't depressing because of the time, but instead because of how awful I felt. I was in pain nearly the whole time, and the mental aspect never kicked in for me. I was down on myself the entire time.
Well, I've got big plans involving a sports doctor and a whole lot of ambition and I am going to nail a PR this spring!
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Thursday, November 17, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
I'm Baaaaack - an Indy Mini Race Recap
Hello all! I hope you haven't left me during my long absence. And now I don't even know where to begin...
Almost exactly 2 months ago I fell down and I've had a hard time getting back up. My knee has re-gained all of it's skin, but it still hurts like you wouldn't believe and feels a little twisty and out of place. Leading up to my half marathon I never ran any longer than 3 miles, and most of my runs were more like 1.5 - 2 miles. I knew there was no way I could run a half and that I would have to downgrade to the 5K. Frankly, I was depressed about it. I know it wasn't a lifelong goal like Boston (and I can't imagine living with me if it had been that big of a race) but I had been training and training and was having the moment robbed from me by a stupid crack in the sidewalk and I was angry!
So anyway, I spent the whole week leading up to the race toying with the idea of running the half anyway. I mean, I had paid for the half, my shirt said I ran the half, and if I had to I could run or walk that far. You know, if I was being chased or something. The night before the race I laid out my gear for the morning:
We woke up race day and took the requisite pre-race picture (both of us still thinking maybe we could do the half, and knowing we would be crippled for a good long while if we did):
We literally walked out the front door of our hotel room into the corral for the 5K. The starting corrals are lined up for blocks and blocks, but somehow we picked the perfect hotel for our corral. Go us! Usually we have to walk a mile in the freezing cold.
Anyway, the 5K starts in the half marathon A-D corrals. Corrals E-Z are already lined up behind you and the half marathoners who want to get into A-D stand off to the side and shoot you ridiculous 5Kers dirty looks. As a person who downgraded to the 5K you can feel the energy, nerves, excitement, etc of all the people behind you who are about to do something they've trained and looked forward to and maybe even feared for months. Personally, I understood the glares from the people on the sidelines waiting to get into my corral. Last year I was in Corral D, and I wanted the 5K to get out of my way already, because it was COLD on the sidelines and at least in the corral I would have body heat surrounding me. All of that energy surrounding the half made me still want to get out and run it while standing in the 5K start line. Glutton for punishment? This girl right here.
In the end, we did run the 5K. It was so congested that we walked for almost the first half mile. When it finally cleared a little you had to spend the next half mile or more dodging people, weaving in and out, because no one actually lined up according to their pace. In the end, Dave and I finished together in 33:07, the first time we've ever run a whole race together from start to finish. It was a nice thing, running together. But next year we are totally running the half!!
We got done in time to head back to the finish line of the half (score some Dippin' Dots) and watch the quickies finish the race. I even saw some people I knew from our running group at home and one guy I went to college with (random) and cheered them on as they ran down the final .1 mile. It was exciting and fun to cheer for people. You could see who had some left in the tank and who was totally crippled by their effort. One chick actually had blood gushing down her legs (we think from chafing, we hope from chafing).
We cleaned up and went to do our traditional post race gorging of ourselves. Dave wanted PF Chang's and so for the first time in my life I tried tofu (the sacrifices we make for love):
I had to wash the taste out of my mouth with something:
While we were walking around the mall eating our cookies we saw a Proactiv vending machine. The things you can buy out of vending machines these days astounds me.
The good news is, we weren't crippled by running a 5K (smart decision? yes.) and we were able to have a great weekend playing mini golf, shopping for new furniture, and eating yummy chocolate at The Melting Pot. But we will be back to avenge the Indy Mini next year!
Almost exactly 2 months ago I fell down and I've had a hard time getting back up. My knee has re-gained all of it's skin, but it still hurts like you wouldn't believe and feels a little twisty and out of place. Leading up to my half marathon I never ran any longer than 3 miles, and most of my runs were more like 1.5 - 2 miles. I knew there was no way I could run a half and that I would have to downgrade to the 5K. Frankly, I was depressed about it. I know it wasn't a lifelong goal like Boston (and I can't imagine living with me if it had been that big of a race) but I had been training and training and was having the moment robbed from me by a stupid crack in the sidewalk and I was angry!
I didn't want this blog to become a place where I wallowed in self-pity (and have it live on forever in the world of the internets) so I've been away. Mostly taking piddly little training runs and then finishing off a lot of these:
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| Don't mind the Liquid Plumr. I wasn't that down about the sitch. |
We woke up race day and took the requisite pre-race picture (both of us still thinking maybe we could do the half, and knowing we would be crippled for a good long while if we did):
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| Yes we look haggard...it is early, don't judge. |
Anyway, the 5K starts in the half marathon A-D corrals. Corrals E-Z are already lined up behind you and the half marathoners who want to get into A-D stand off to the side and shoot you ridiculous 5Kers dirty looks. As a person who downgraded to the 5K you can feel the energy, nerves, excitement, etc of all the people behind you who are about to do something they've trained and looked forward to and maybe even feared for months. Personally, I understood the glares from the people on the sidelines waiting to get into my corral. Last year I was in Corral D, and I wanted the 5K to get out of my way already, because it was COLD on the sidelines and at least in the corral I would have body heat surrounding me. All of that energy surrounding the half made me still want to get out and run it while standing in the 5K start line. Glutton for punishment? This girl right here.
In the end, we did run the 5K. It was so congested that we walked for almost the first half mile. When it finally cleared a little you had to spend the next half mile or more dodging people, weaving in and out, because no one actually lined up according to their pace. In the end, Dave and I finished together in 33:07, the first time we've ever run a whole race together from start to finish. It was a nice thing, running together. But next year we are totally running the half!!
We got done in time to head back to the finish line of the half (score some Dippin' Dots) and watch the quickies finish the race. I even saw some people I knew from our running group at home and one guy I went to college with (random) and cheered them on as they ran down the final .1 mile. It was exciting and fun to cheer for people. You could see who had some left in the tank and who was totally crippled by their effort. One chick actually had blood gushing down her legs (we think from chafing, we hope from chafing).
We cleaned up and went to do our traditional post race gorging of ourselves. Dave wanted PF Chang's and so for the first time in my life I tried tofu (the sacrifices we make for love):
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| No, just no. Nononononono. |
While we were walking around the mall eating our cookies we saw a Proactiv vending machine. The things you can buy out of vending machines these days astounds me.
The good news is, we weren't crippled by running a 5K (smart decision? yes.) and we were able to have a great weekend playing mini golf, shopping for new furniture, and eating yummy chocolate at The Melting Pot. But we will be back to avenge the Indy Mini next year!
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Let's Recap
Yes, I've been gone for FOREVER. It's been a crazy time in my world. Here are some highlights:
1. Opening weekend for the Cincinnati Reds. We were there. It was fab. More on that at another time, but suffice it to say I was living up every minute and not so much blogging it.
2. Dave and I are both on travel for work (1000s of miles apart). The girls are with grandparents. The night before we left Dave took on story time like the great dad that he is. Super sweet:
1. Opening weekend for the Cincinnati Reds. We were there. It was fab. More on that at another time, but suffice it to say I was living up every minute and not so much blogging it.
2. Dave and I are both on travel for work (1000s of miles apart). The girls are with grandparents. The night before we left Dave took on story time like the great dad that he is. Super sweet:
3. I have been so busy with travel that again...not so much on the blogging. I just checked out of my hotel on my lunch break today because it was the worst hotel I've ever been in. The highlights: exhibit a) there was hair in the bed. it didn't belong to me. exhibit b) instead of a counter in the bathroom there was one of those little 3 tier wood shelves that you buy at walmart for like $12. 8 inches of wood shelf is not a great place to set your hair straightener while hot. exhibit c) the train tracks beside the hotel, where the train runs every hour on the hour between midnight and 6 a.m. Remember, those are just the highlights. There's more I could tell you if time allowed.
4. I ran at the crap hotel. It was on a crap treadmill. I wanted to take a picture because it was literally the jankiest treadmill I've ever seen, but there was a dude there and I didn't want him to judge me. Looking back, I should have asked him to take the picture so there would be a picture of me ON the jankiest treadmill ever. What is wrong with me???? 2 miles, 21:44. Bashed in knee still hurts. Badly. Half marathon is only 23 days away. Worried? Well, maybe a little.
5. When I hastily checked out of my crap hotel room and made the run for my new hotel room I left my iphone charger plugged into the wall. Epic fail.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Five Things For Friday
Five things I learned from People Magazine today:
I am FREAKING OUT!
- Constantine Maroulis is apparently still news-worthy? Who knew?
- Jennifer Hudson looks A-MAZ-ING!
- Chris Brown...too much Chris Brown. Seriously.
- Brangelina believe in time-outs for discipline. And they really just live an ordinary life. I would not have guessed ordinary really.
- There is a Scream 4. Which is probably the most shocking thing I learned today. Apparently I haven't had a very educational day...
I am FREAKING OUT!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Meh, Part 2
Well, my little bit o' positivity from Saturday has come to its merry end. My left knee is still experiencing tremendous pain. The longer I'm on it, the worse it hurts. Yesterday I finally broke down and went to the doctor, where I had x-rays. I didn't catch everything but some words that stick out are:
Keeping my fingers crossed that my x-rays are clean and my pain goes away. If you have time, send some positivety my way please! And some Reese's...
"fluid in the joint"
"MRI"
"possibly 3 weeks off or longer"
a.k.a. devastation.
To be fair, I haven't gotten the x-ray results back yet. But I'm definitely still in pain, I definitely haven't run in 10 days, and I definitely won't be back out there in the foreseeable future.
I miss running! I miss the endorphins. The sense of accomplishment. The weight control even. I think I've put on 10 pounds in 10 days. Too much laying around I guess.
Okay, who am I kidding? Too much of this really:
Saturday, March 19, 2011
What I've Been Doing
It's been exactly a week since my last run. It's been almost a week since my last blog post. In the interest of full disclosure, I've been laying around moping. And I didn't want to get all down and negative on the blog, because of course the mopey feelings would pass. And for the most part they have, so let's get down to it.
Here's what I've been doing since injured knees and strep throat have moved into my life.
Eating 10 tons of cookie dough that I made for the specific purpose of being able to eat the dough straight up:
Drinking unbelievable amounts of Hot Chocolate and Milkshakes:
Watching hours and hours of this:
What a week, no?
Today is my scheduled 9 miler and I was (gasp) looking forward to it. We were going to chart new territory on a brand new paved trail!! Alas, there will be no long run for me. In fact, there will be a goose egg for this whole week I'm pretty sure. I'm still feeling positive though, because today when I got out of bed, I had no pain in my knees. Now, 30 minutes later that twinge of pain is back. But I experienced a few minutes of pain free bliss which means I must be on the mend. And I'm hopeful that I'll be on the roads again in no time.
Zack, AC, Screech, Suzanne Whang, Sandra Rinomato, Jeff Probst...our time has been special to me, but I think it's about time we all move on.
Here's what I've been doing since injured knees and strep throat have moved into my life.
Eating 10 tons of cookie dough that I made for the specific purpose of being able to eat the dough straight up:
Drinking unbelievable amounts of Hot Chocolate and Milkshakes:
Watching hours and hours of this:
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| Suzanne Whang was by the far the best host, p.s. |
What a week, no?
Today is my scheduled 9 miler and I was (gasp) looking forward to it. We were going to chart new territory on a brand new paved trail!! Alas, there will be no long run for me. In fact, there will be a goose egg for this whole week I'm pretty sure. I'm still feeling positive though, because today when I got out of bed, I had no pain in my knees. Now, 30 minutes later that twinge of pain is back. But I experienced a few minutes of pain free bliss which means I must be on the mend. And I'm hopeful that I'll be on the roads again in no time.
Zack, AC, Screech, Suzanne Whang, Sandra Rinomato, Jeff Probst...our time has been special to me, but I think it's about time we all move on.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Dogs That Bite and Other Tales of Woe
As a runner you learn quickly how your best laid plans can go by the wayside. Doubly so if you also work, or are a parent, or both. Last week was supposed to be my first 4 day running week. In reality, it was only a 3 day running week AND I didn't even hit double digit mileage.
Thursday night T. got sick and she stayed that way until this morning. She still has a cough, but thankfully the fever has broken and her spirit has returned. That has meant 4 sleepless nights and I was way too tired to run my 6 miles Saturday. Originally I thought I might squeeze in 2 or 3 miles Saturday and push my long run to Sunday. What happened instead is that I ran 0 miles Saturday.
Sunday afternoon I set out to run 6 or 7 miles, so that I could at least maintain my double digits for the week. It was gorgeous outside! Sunny, blue skies, and 59 degrees. 3 days earlier it was only 3 degrees outside and yesterday was 59!! It felt fabulous. And then at 0.3 miles in I was attacked by a dog! Don't be too alarmed, it was just a little bichon frise...but it ran straight out of it's yard, barking and biting at my ankles, without an owner anywhere in sight. He didn't get my skin, but he sure did bite my shoe and pants. For some reason my brain thought an appropriate response was "Hey! Hey! Calm down now! You just calm down!". He did go back to his yard for some reason (which I doubt had anything to do with my attempt to reason with him) and I did NOT run back past that yard. Yes, I know it was a little dog but I bet it would have hurt if he had gotten my skin!
Anyway, I continue tooling along until about a mile in where my calves begin to hurt. Again. Not really the back of my leg where the bulk of the muscle is, but down the inside of my leg. I start to picture stress fractures and my legs splintering apart in mid-step and other horrid things. And when I get back to my car at the 2.5 mile mark for a water stop, I just decide I can't keep going. My legs were hurting so bad! And they continued to hurt the rest of the night. This has been going on a couple weeks now and I'm starting to wonder if maybe it's time to go to the doctor, just to make sure there's nothing really serious going on.
I am going to set out to run 2-3 miles tonight and see how the calves/legs do. Just a few short weeks ago I could run 6 miles at a time without pain, and now I can hardly walk the rest of the night after running 2.5. Today I'm feeling discouraged about my chances for a PR in May...boo!
Thursday night T. got sick and she stayed that way until this morning. She still has a cough, but thankfully the fever has broken and her spirit has returned. That has meant 4 sleepless nights and I was way too tired to run my 6 miles Saturday. Originally I thought I might squeeze in 2 or 3 miles Saturday and push my long run to Sunday. What happened instead is that I ran 0 miles Saturday.
Sunday afternoon I set out to run 6 or 7 miles, so that I could at least maintain my double digits for the week. It was gorgeous outside! Sunny, blue skies, and 59 degrees. 3 days earlier it was only 3 degrees outside and yesterday was 59!! It felt fabulous. And then at 0.3 miles in I was attacked by a dog! Don't be too alarmed, it was just a little bichon frise...but it ran straight out of it's yard, barking and biting at my ankles, without an owner anywhere in sight. He didn't get my skin, but he sure did bite my shoe and pants. For some reason my brain thought an appropriate response was "Hey! Hey! Calm down now! You just calm down!". He did go back to his yard for some reason (which I doubt had anything to do with my attempt to reason with him) and I did NOT run back past that yard. Yes, I know it was a little dog but I bet it would have hurt if he had gotten my skin!
Anyway, I continue tooling along until about a mile in where my calves begin to hurt. Again. Not really the back of my leg where the bulk of the muscle is, but down the inside of my leg. I start to picture stress fractures and my legs splintering apart in mid-step and other horrid things. And when I get back to my car at the 2.5 mile mark for a water stop, I just decide I can't keep going. My legs were hurting so bad! And they continued to hurt the rest of the night. This has been going on a couple weeks now and I'm starting to wonder if maybe it's time to go to the doctor, just to make sure there's nothing really serious going on.
I am going to set out to run 2-3 miles tonight and see how the calves/legs do. Just a few short weeks ago I could run 6 miles at a time without pain, and now I can hardly walk the rest of the night after running 2.5. Today I'm feeling discouraged about my chances for a PR in May...boo!
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Cinnamon Sixes Anyone?
Saturday was supposed to be my long run but alas, it was not to be. We had 6 inches of fresh snow which is akin to running on sand. It was one degree outside which by itself wouldn't be a problem but combined with the snow gave me a perfect excuse to stay indoors. My best laid plans were to run on the treadmill somewhere between breakfast and lunch. We made "homemade" mini cinnamon rolls for breakfast, which involves cheating by using refrigerator biscuits. But the filling and icing were the real deal:
They sort of came out mini cinnamon sixes instead of cinnamon rolls. But the taste was right, and of course we made sure the girls knew they were the best we'd ever had!
We've been preparing to put our house on the market and planned to have a realtor over during the weekend so we were trying to get the house show ready. That ended up taking much, much longer than we expected. Interpret: me and the treadmill missed our date on Saturday.
Sunday was church followed by finishing touches on the house and the actual realtor appointment, and somehow the day disappeared without running again. I didn't stress about it much because I developed some knee and hip pain after my Thursday night run and subsequent Friday workout session. Oh yeah, did I mention Friday?
I had the day off work Friday and decided to take advantage of the time off. I started off with 35 minutes of Spine Awakening Yoga. Ouch! Then I popped in our latest Netflix movie (Why Did I Get Married Too?) and put in a lovely 30 minutes on the spin bike. At this point, the movie was really just getting going and I really didn't want to switch to the family room TV and try to figure out how to scene select to where I left off. There's no place to sit down in the workout room, except on the spin bike so relaxing in there wasn't an option. Plus, I figured I might as well get some more activity in, so I hopped on the treadmill just to walk. I ended up walking for 50 minutes on a hill workout. I felt pretty good initially, but later my knee and hip started to bug me.
So fast forward back to Sunday night and I figured a couple days rest was in order, since my number one racing goal this year is don't get injured. Then Monday comes and lo and behold, I wake up with a sore throat, A. wakes up with a fever, and the winter flu season has arrived in our house. Suffice it to say that the last two days have also not included any running. They have included copious amounts of liquids, Gilmore Girls, and ice cream (hey...the cold stuff really soothes a sore throat. Try it.). I'm looking forward to getting a run in tomorrow. I'm not so much looking forward to returning to work but it had to happen sometime.
Also, did anyone else feel really angry at the end of Why Did I Get Married Too? I mean, where's the happy ending?
We've been preparing to put our house on the market and planned to have a realtor over during the weekend so we were trying to get the house show ready. That ended up taking much, much longer than we expected. Interpret: me and the treadmill missed our date on Saturday.
Sunday was church followed by finishing touches on the house and the actual realtor appointment, and somehow the day disappeared without running again. I didn't stress about it much because I developed some knee and hip pain after my Thursday night run and subsequent Friday workout session. Oh yeah, did I mention Friday?
I had the day off work Friday and decided to take advantage of the time off. I started off with 35 minutes of Spine Awakening Yoga. Ouch! Then I popped in our latest Netflix movie (Why Did I Get Married Too?) and put in a lovely 30 minutes on the spin bike. At this point, the movie was really just getting going and I really didn't want to switch to the family room TV and try to figure out how to scene select to where I left off. There's no place to sit down in the workout room, except on the spin bike so relaxing in there wasn't an option. Plus, I figured I might as well get some more activity in, so I hopped on the treadmill just to walk. I ended up walking for 50 minutes on a hill workout. I felt pretty good initially, but later my knee and hip started to bug me.
So fast forward back to Sunday night and I figured a couple days rest was in order, since my number one racing goal this year is don't get injured. Then Monday comes and lo and behold, I wake up with a sore throat, A. wakes up with a fever, and the winter flu season has arrived in our house. Suffice it to say that the last two days have also not included any running. They have included copious amounts of liquids, Gilmore Girls, and ice cream (hey...the cold stuff really soothes a sore throat. Try it.). I'm looking forward to getting a run in tomorrow. I'm not so much looking forward to returning to work but it had to happen sometime.
Also, did anyone else feel really angry at the end of Why Did I Get Married Too? I mean, where's the happy ending?
Monday, October 18, 2010
Marathon Training Begins (Kind Of)
I’m training to run a marathon.
I’ve run two half marathons, a 15K, and a handful of 5K and 10K races. I’ve been running for just over 2 years. But a funny thing happens every year (all 2 of them!) when I finish my half marathon. I quit running. It gets hot and humid outside, I’m sore, I deserve a break…you name the excuse and I’ve probably used it. Then when I finally do resume running I try to pick back up where I left off and end up hurt. So, this year when I resumed running I vowed to do it slowly so I wouldn’t get hurt (hopefully). I’ve been doing a combination of running and walking 3-4 times a week for about 2 months now.
I’m approaching this very carefully. First, I’ll run for several months to establish a solid base. Then, I’ll begin a four month half marathon training plan. After successfully completing my half marathon in May I will continue to strengthen my base until mid-June when I will begin officially training for a fall marathon.
I’ve decided to do a training plan that identifies training by time, rather than distance. I get hurt every year at some point during training, and I think a lot of my problem is speed. Not that I have speed mind you. I’m actually quite slow. But I try to do speed workouts, or keep up with a faster paced runner. Or more often, my training plan says I’m going to do 4 miles, so I’m going to do 4 miles darnit, but I’m tired of being out here on my feet so I’m now going to sprint the last half mile so I can just be done already. Then I end up hurting myself during those little sprints. No more! This year I’m going to run for time. If I’m supposed to run 45 minutes, then that’s what I’ll do whether I make it 3 miles or 8 miles (yeah right!) in that time. I’m hoping this will discourage me from doing crazy things to try to make up distance, and maybe my knees and hips will make it to race day in working order.
I’ve run two half marathons, a 15K, and a handful of 5K and 10K races. I’ve been running for just over 2 years. But a funny thing happens every year (all 2 of them!) when I finish my half marathon. I quit running. It gets hot and humid outside, I’m sore, I deserve a break…you name the excuse and I’ve probably used it. Then when I finally do resume running I try to pick back up where I left off and end up hurt. So, this year when I resumed running I vowed to do it slowly so I wouldn’t get hurt (hopefully). I’ve been doing a combination of running and walking 3-4 times a week for about 2 months now.
I’m approaching this very carefully. First, I’ll run for several months to establish a solid base. Then, I’ll begin a four month half marathon training plan. After successfully completing my half marathon in May I will continue to strengthen my base until mid-June when I will begin officially training for a fall marathon.
I’ve decided to do a training plan that identifies training by time, rather than distance. I get hurt every year at some point during training, and I think a lot of my problem is speed. Not that I have speed mind you. I’m actually quite slow. But I try to do speed workouts, or keep up with a faster paced runner. Or more often, my training plan says I’m going to do 4 miles, so I’m going to do 4 miles darnit, but I’m tired of being out here on my feet so I’m now going to sprint the last half mile so I can just be done already. Then I end up hurting myself during those little sprints. No more! This year I’m going to run for time. If I’m supposed to run 45 minutes, then that’s what I’ll do whether I make it 3 miles or 8 miles (yeah right!) in that time. I’m hoping this will discourage me from doing crazy things to try to make up distance, and maybe my knees and hips will make it to race day in working order.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Mini 2010
The hubby and I ran the Mini this year. His first, my second. Now we've only been training hard and doing long runs for about 6 weeks. Me because of a knee injury, him because of a fear of the cold and a foolish belief that he is invincible.
I started the day in Corral D, he was in about P or so. Our gun time was 14 minutes apart, but our chip time was just 4 seconds apart. 4 seconds!! Can you tell we trained together?
Dave was quite pleased with his performance since he ran the whole thing and didn't die.
I was quite disappointed with my performance since my knee blew out (again. see reference to injury above) around mile 8. After that I did a walk/run/hobble combo for the next 5.1 miles. It hurt and I finished a full 30 minutes slower than last year. And my pride still hurts today.
Apparently I forgot to pull out the camera this weekend. Maybe because it was so, so cold. I have no pics of the event to share :(
I started the day in Corral D, he was in about P or so. Our gun time was 14 minutes apart, but our chip time was just 4 seconds apart. 4 seconds!! Can you tell we trained together?
Dave was quite pleased with his performance since he ran the whole thing and didn't die.
I was quite disappointed with my performance since my knee blew out (again. see reference to injury above) around mile 8. After that I did a walk/run/hobble combo for the next 5.1 miles. It hurt and I finished a full 30 minutes slower than last year. And my pride still hurts today.
Apparently I forgot to pull out the camera this weekend. Maybe because it was so, so cold. I have no pics of the event to share :(
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