Running along, there were no mile markers but by my watch I knew we had about a mile left to go. Turned a corner and holy cow! A ridiculous hill...not a nice little up and over. No! This was a climb. Nearly 3/4 of a mile climb that got the best of a whole lot of runners! I was determined to run that stupidly long hill...All the while cursing the organizers for putting this ridiculous hill at the end of the race. It was like running through waist deep mud. About mid way up my stomach decided that this race needed to end. I reached the top and yup...A puker. There was a guy on one side gagging in the grass and another by me puking into the street storm drain. UGH!!! I did not need that! I had to walk for a few seconds. It was about 15 seconds and then I saw the finish line...Off I went! I didn't have the get-up-and-go of my usual long sprint, but I got a good one in when I saw the clock.
Blah! Stupid race! Stupid hill! Stupid Trotting Turkey! Stupid puker by the side of the road! And I didn't even win a pie! I grabbed a water, stretched a bit and left without waiting for results.
Man, I was irritated by my performance. I still am! Ha! I am a perfectionist and have a hard time with the fact that not every race is going to be good, or feel good. I also know that you can't PR every race, but I would sure like to!
Since I am results
40-44: 8th out of 191
Females: 106th out of 922
Overall: 367th out of 1,668
I know, I know...I have been running for 6 months. My 1st race ever was 4th of July and I finished it in 34:37. So in 4 1/2 months I have taken 8 minutes off my time. I have met and exceeded every goal I originally set. This was my 10th race and a good time. So why am I irritated about yesterdays race? I shouldn't be, I know.
On a side note, my stomach never got better. I cooked turkey dinner but didn't eat any of it. Leftovers will still be there tomorrow!
I am very grateful for this running streak because I think I would have taken a break from running (aka, given up for a while). I got up and ran 2 miles this morning. My thighs are screaming about that hill from yesterday! Ha! Yesterdays race is in the books and I am on to the next one!
Keep streaking, my friends!