|Let's "do" each other on the lawn. That's not gay.|
I hung out with some friends, and cracked jokes. Catie and Leah met me at the water's edge, and that was SO NICE. I was remarkably calm, pre-race. Last year I almost puked from anxiety, and I wasn't even racing.
I've never been in a bar fight, but this is probably what it's like. I got kicked in the kidney HARD, elbowed in the goggles, twice, and I'm pretty sure someone put a finger in my butt. One tense moment: I quickly reacted to a foot that emerged from the murky depth and narrowly dodged a heel to my surgically-repaired jaw. That would have been a day-ender.
At the end of it, I was 5 minutes faster than I anticipated. If you can handle the scrum, you'll benefit from the draft of the fast fishies flailing fists.
Actual -1:09:22 (1:49/100m)
Goal - 6:03:14
Actual - 6:14:47 (17.9 mph)
Thrilled to be off the bike, I was cracking jokes and high-fiving anyone at arm's length. I got to the "Mile 1" marker, and I almost crapped myself. "What did I get myself into?" I'm not sure what I expected, but I was shocked that they expected me to run 25 more miles.
I settled into a pace, that I thought I could hold forever. This course, is amazing, because you pass friendly faces all the time, and the aid stations are irreverent and fun. This run flew by, and I know that's not true. I must be repressing the memory of some miles.
Breaking 12 hours
|This is me trying to look good for the camera|
Goal - 4:22:00
Actual - 4:16:21 (9:47/mile)
I made a decision a month pre-race to not dread this race. It's definitely my "A race", and I really wanted to kill it, but it's so easy to fall into an anxiety trap. By letting go of any dread I felt (cold water, flat tires, bonkery...), I was free to have a fun race. And, that's what I did; I had a BLAST all day out there. It went by so fast (mainly because I am really fast). If you've got a race coming up, please take this advice. Remember to have fun out there. Otherwise, why do this?
Actual 11:56:43 - Nailed it
|Bring on the beer!|