Got up Saturday morning before the alarm because of course I was worried about oversleeping!
Popped my baked oatmeal I prepped the night before into the oven. PS-- this recipe is so good and has all the makings of a hearty pre-race breakfast! Mine had peanut butter and chocolate chips-- you know, for protein and energy... ; ).
So-- arrive at the race with my stepdad. I started getting a little nervous as we got into place. I really had not been nervous until that point but it really hit me then. Thankfully it was pretty chilly (around 45) so I wasn't getting sweaty with the nerves. ; )
Crossed the starting line about 1:15 after the clock so we weren't weaving through too many people to begin-- and it was just a smaller race than we usually run-- so that party was nice. About a mile or two into the race I stripped off the long sleeve t-shirt and gloves I wore (with intentions of tossing them).
The course was pretty flat to start and I was feeling like we were at a good pace-- staying between 9:15-9:30 which is about what we kept the whole race along the flat parts. When we approached the park I started looking for my two boys-- hubby and the cub. I guess it was about mile 4 (right before the first hill) that I got to see them and that shot of adrenaline kept us pumping up that hill at a quick trot. Baby boy was just starting at all the people and even when he saw me he just kept a serious look on his face. By the second time we saw them I got a wave out of him, and by the third time he clapped for me! What a sweet boy.
Here are a couple photos my hubs took sometime between mile 4-7.
About mile 6 is when I knew my blister was going to hurt bad the entire rest of the race but I made up my mind it was not going to slow me down even if my toe was torn apart by the finish (spoiler alert: it was pretty nasty by 13.1!).
We kept trotting along-- not talking too much but maybe once a mile to exchange quick conversation, ask about pace or comment on the time or people. Ya, know, important stuff.
That's me in the pink-- coming up the bottom of the first hill... (Yes I wear my camelbak on any long run now!)
And coming down hill 3... (yes we swung wide when we saw my fam-- no we are not running into oncoming traffic!)
One of the highlights was about mile 9-- there were three kids sitting outside their apartment downtown. I said "hi" and one of the girls yelled "are you all racing?" I yelled back "yeah!" and then I could;t hear what she said back but it was a sweet "conversation." Since the route changed due to a bridge closure it's not an area used to having a race go through and honestly not the prettiest area of Louisville. This was the first year for this particular race -- put on in November by the Louisville Sports Commission.
2:03:57. Dangerously close to 2 hours and 4 minutes!
OK-- I'm bored writing this so you have to be bored reading this! Have a great day! I'm off to only a 4 mile run again on Tuesday morning (blister-willing).