The Monster Dash was my last big race of the year. I really wanted this to be my chance to break 2 hours, but that wasn't going to happen. I have been sick with a bad cold for the last two weeks and have been unable to run. I was worrying about it all week, but I just decided I would go out and run it and see what would happen. When I woke up at 6:30 am it was 22 degrees, light snow flakes and winds 10-20 mphs. Great. I put a couple extra layers on and drove out to the course. It took a little while to find a parking spot even though I got their early. Walk to the start I saw a lot of fun costumes. I didn't feel like dressing up so I just had a Frankenstein stocking cap on. I lined up by the 10:00 mile pacers and thought I could hang with them for most of the race. When the race started I felt pretty good. The pace felt comfortable and I was feeling good. I told myself I was just going out for an easy run and listen to some good tunes. By the 1 mile mark I took off my sweatshirt because I felt I was over heating a little. The 4 mile mark I got some water and lost a little ground on the pacer. I kept running. I wasn't feeling bad, but I could feel that I just didn't have gas in the tank to keep the pace, but I knew I could keep going. At mile 5 my iPod died like the TC 10 mile, but I was prepared this time and had an extra and pulled that one out. Crisis diverted. I ht the 6 mile mark and I saw the leader of the race going passing me going the other direction. I wasn't even half way and he was at almost mile 12 already. Great time. I cheered the leaders as they passed. Miles 7-10 were tough. Lots of hills and my legs felt like logs. They had inspirational flags with quotes all along the route. One stuck with my Lance Armstrong. "Pain is temporary, Failure lasts forever." I knew I wasn't going to have a great time but I wasn't going to quit. I kept plugging along. waving at the volunteers that were still cheering on the back of the pack. I did a good job taking in nutrients so I think that helped, but I felt that they didn't have enough water stops. I was wishing I had taken my fuel belt. I hit the last water stop and got two glasses of water. This helped and I was able to pick up the pace a little. I was still running like a zombie. At the 12 mile mark you can see across the lake to the finish. It felt like I would never get there, but I put my head down and kept going. Mile I saw the 13 mile marker and knew I only had a small amount more to go. I didn't have anything for a final kick, but at least I look like I was running as I passed through the finish line. I was happy that this race was over. It was my worst time ever. 2:39. Yuck it really was a monster, but I finished and that's what counts. I would have been more disappointed if I just laid in bed and not at least tried. I tried and finished. I was tired after the race, but felt pretty good most of the day. This was the first year I didn't have to take the boys trick or treating. The oldest was at college and I really don't want to know what he was doing. My middle son was at a party and my youngest wanted to just go with a friend. So I learned what it was like to hand out candy at the door. This morning my legs feel the worst they have ever after a race. I still have about 200 more miles to go to break a 1000 miles for the year so I'm not done yet. Monster chip on and trying to stay warm before the race
The sun came out at the end of the race and I stand tired as hell, feeling like I just crawled out of a grave, but I have this neat medal that turns into a belt buckle.