BAMF. Seconds from the finish line. Thanks, sunglasses, for giving me that fashionable pouf in my hair. And thanks, gels and phone, for making me look like I stuff my bra.
Let's make a list:
- I DID NOT WALK. I was oh-so-close at mile 20, but then I saw my tuba-playing boss and his sprinkler-holding assistant, which totally saved my race.
- After the first seven miles or so, I wasn't passed by a single person. Not a one!
- I did not hit "the wall." I was tired as shit, but I managed.
- I executed a pretty flawless race, if I do say so myself. I was dragging towards the end, but for the most part was totally in control.
- While I still think the gravel situation was overstated in the race reports I read, it did take more out of me than I thought it would. Even harder, though, was the two-ish mile descent that followed.
- I really didn't think I could push any harder at the time, but given how fast I ran up the hills just before mile 26 (and the fact that I was the only person running them), I guess I could have given it more.
- I didn't have to break into my emergency Imodium! Except, OF COURSE, I spent the very last tenth of a mile "coughing," by which I mean trying to keep my water/gel/sports beans down in front of hundreds of people. The second I crossed the finish line, it came up. I'd call it less "vomit" and more "spittle," though. You're welcome for that. Let's hope the finish line photo catches that beauty.
- I wish it had been 10 degrees cooler and cloudy. However, we got pretty lucky weather-wise.
- My shoes performed like the champs they are.
- I'm going to go lie down and let my body necrotize.