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Monday, July 14, 2014

Atlanta Beltline Southwest 5K

D and I decided a few weeks ago to celebrate our 11th Wedding Anniversary with friends, and not on the date of our anniversary.   Or we decided it was a good excuse for us to roast a pig, and invite people over.  Regardless, 6 miles was on tap.  Last Sunday night, I was sitting on the couch and thinking, "I'm really not going to run 6 miles on the day of the party, in this humidity."  Then yet another email came in from the Atlanta Beltline about their 5K they were having.  My friend V was going to be here, and she runs.  So I was pretty sure she would do it.  D said ok.  V said ok, so we signed up.  D and I decided we would run 6 miles during the week on the treadmills.  That didn't happen...for me it was a technical issue (my bra hook decided to dig and cut up my back).  His was he had shit to do around the house, but we each got in 2 runs before Saturday (and cleaned the house). 

So Friday night, I got home from work.  D and our great friend J were prepping the pig, and I finished the Nutter Butter Butterfinger Cheesecake Bars.  V texted me she would be in around 11-1130pm.  The week had not been mentally great (some stuff at work), and I was exhausted.  OK, I'll just keep going.  I started working on the German Chocolate Cheesecake Cake, and tried to stay awake.  At 9pm, I was fading fast.  J had left to go meet some out of town friends, and D and I were nodding off.  I texted V to just bang on the door and the dogs would wake someone up. 

At 11:15, the dogs were barking, and D and I tried to figure out what was going on, and then remembered V.  We let her in. She looked exhausted.  Our dog McMenamin isn't great with new people (people he has met 100 times, but hasn't seen in the last 10 minutes, so he gets scared).  Lompoc hates people.  So V came in with McM growling and Lompoc barking.  D got them upstairs, and Scuttlebutt pretty much rolled over and gave V his puppy dog eyes, and got petted.  We talked for a few minutes and agreed to meet at the back door in the morning at 640 for our race.

The next morning, we all met at 640 and left for the race.  It was swamp-ass 74 degrees.  You can see the sweat about to land on you before it even does.  It is disgusting out.  We drove over to SW Atlanta.  It was all of 5 miles away (the race, not SW ATL...that's about 2 miles away).  The highlight of the ride was we found the Ace Hardware (the 2 D and I used to frequent have both closed).  We finally found the park, found a parking space and walked to the race and got our numbers.  V was all excited about the chip.  We told her there was no starting mat, and yes that was annoying.  Then we stood in the disgusting weather (can you tell I love the summer in GA?) for about 15 minutes.  D and I saw our old neighbors.  I know the wife placed, because she is a super runner (she qualified for her next Boston Marathon at this year's Boston Marathon).  Then the race director(s) walked us over to a trail.

At 730 we started on a trail.  As someone who always looks down, this part wasn't that bad for me.  I had been worried there might be wet spots/mud/dog-shit, but I didn't see any.  D doesn't look down so it was a little tough for him.  He luckily did look down because he would have tripped over a rail road tie.  Both V and D commented that the walkers starting up front were annoying.  (I said nothing as a slow runner).  So we ran along the trail for .75 miles.  Then onto the paved path.  I, for one, am not a huge fan of the Beltline. In theory yes, but since they paved it with concrete and not asphalt, I can't run on it for training purposes with my hip.  Still I had figured out for a race for less than 3 miles on it I would be ok. When I got to the pavement, I walked (did the 9/1 thing).  I really didn't walk a full minute.  I felt pretty good and I also saw that if I did walk the full minute, I would start running again in the middle of a hill. So I resumed prior.  Somewhere around there was also the mile 1 marker.  It was like .03 short.  My Garmin also left me some other note that said something about memory was full.  I guess since I've never uploaded or deleted anything off the Garmin, that was bound to happen.  I should probably look into that. 

The path took us through trees.  I definitely had sweat running into my eyes.  It was a lot of rolling hills.  Finally we got off the path and on the street, at the start of an uphill of a street.  The one thing I noticed is that SW streets are much nicer than SE, which in turn makes my strategy to get up the hill harder.  In SE the streets are so cracked, that you can just say, "Run to that crack" which is only 3 feet in front of you.  The cracks in SW were more spaced apart so you had to run between telephone polls.  I know, life's little problems.  At 1.5 I was really wanting some water, but there was none.  Finally I ran down a hill and there it was.  I walked for 30 seconds to have that, and then resumed again.  More rolling hills.  All I knew was we were ending on a downhill.  I thought about my friend M who is pregnant and lives in SW.  I practiced my Lamaze breathing in honor of her (or maybe it was my 185 heart rate).  I looked for her street but considering I get so turned around in races, I knew I probably wasn't anywhere near her house. I don't really remember getting to Mile 2 except my watch said it was 1.8.

Finally the race took a turn off the street and back on a path downhill.  And then a sharp turn.  I had to walk twice in this part because of the heart rate, but overall except for the fact my shirt was about 100 pounds of sweat, and I was very thirsty, I felt ok.  The path was pretty empty but I was ok with that.  I knew I was close.  I was so excited to see V (who is a petite white woman), near the finish. As I got closer, it was about a 6 foot tall black man, yelling Hoo-rah.  Maybe I was a little delusional.  I saw D, and that turned out to be a tree.  Hmmm.  Then I saw the Finish.  Please be the Finish. Please be the Finish.  This time I really did see D.  And I saw a lot of volunteers yelling at me to pick up my legs and finish strong.  Finally I crossed the finish line at 3.09 miles.  42:30 was my time (13:45/mile).

D Finishing
V Finishing
A Finishing

I will be honest.  I'm a little disappointed with that. I know I have to listen to my heart.  I know I had surgery and that may be a factor.  I know the humidity made this race suck balls, weatherwise.  But at the beginning of May with little training, I ran a 5K in 41:15.  I was 10 pounds heavier.  Still, I also know I can run, I did run, and I will continue to run.

MAP...Elevation is from someone on Map My Run, hence the 3.07

Afterwards, V and D both handed me water.  And they both know from experience to just let me get my breath and stuff and then talk.  So I worked my way to the T-shirts and we all got ours, and then I asked if we could go to the car and get in the AC.  As we walked back to the car, D and V both commented on women's bras.  They think a bra manufacturer should be at the end of races. They both commented about a large number of women who were getting smacked in the face with the non-support they had.  This made me laugh.  So we drove back over to SE, went to Sonic for soda, and came home.

D, V, and A all finished, and home


And then we had a party. 

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

First Week of July

I finished the first week of July with my scheduled 4 runs.  True to my commitment to not run a race on a holiday (I know I have failed this twice), I did not run the Peachtree.  Actually, it had crossed my mind at some point, and then I remembered my hatred of dealing with large crowds and it is a 10K in July.  Who am I kidding?  Plus a 10K was not on my training program, and deviating is hard for me.

So I had only gotten one run in by Friday.  I really tried for 2 but the gym was closed Thursday due to no power and by the time I got home/close to the other one it was 2 hours later (no, not because of beer, but because of traffic).  And I was completely wiped out last week.

So my heart rate is still a little wonky.  Right now, I'm only aiming to stay below 39 minutes on the treadmill. Wednesday, I didn't succeed (39:05).  Thursday, I didn't run but I did lose 10 pounds (not all in one day...I hit the 10 lb mark).  Since I was completely wiped, we didn't do anything Thursday night.  But Friday I worked on my "speed" work.  D went running outside because the humidity was so low, but I went to the gym. My HR stayed below 180 for a long time, I think 2.1 miles.  I actually turned the treadmill higher, and I got to 38:37 for the 3 miles.

Saturday's 3 miles, well...hahahaha. I went running outside.  It was actually great out...72 degrees and 40% humidity.  I ran my hilly route.  I really didn't like that my first mile was over 15 minutes long.  My legs felt fine, it was more that I wasn't trying, even though I was purposely going on hills.  I got the 2nd mile at 14:4X and I was still not happy.  I was still on hills.  The third mile I tried to push it a little harder.  It was a slight "ramp" most of the way, but not bad.  I checked my HR at 2.9 miles.  It was 183 and I still had to go up a hill.  I did push it, but I also hit 14:2X.  So that run was 44:19.  Not happy with the time, but happy with negative splits the entire time.

Sunday's 3 miles was outside and hard.  73 degrees and 78% humidity. I didn't want to do it. My face under my eye from my nose to my ear was aching, not sure of allergies or hangover, but it hurt.  I didn't want to do hills, I didn't want to run on a treadmill.  I just didn't want to.  I decided to run Saturday's route backwards.  The first mile although over 15 minutes was nice because it was mostly a downhill ramp.  My legs were tired and when I tried to run faster, they laughed at me.  It was just going to be an "EEK this shit out run."  Then all the hills were back (little out and backs off a main road).  That was mostly a pain in the ass.  I have no idea how my times were, because I was more wondering how I was going to run a half-marathon in September in this wet/slimy shit.  I got 2 miles done and wondered where else to run, because I was done with hills and not going to run the last mile on the same route I had done the day before (a big hill).  I made something up and ended up at the bottom of my street.  It was the gut run.  I didn't want to do it, my headache worsened as I went on, and a few times I wanted to go home.  But I gutted it out.  I came home and drank a ton of water, and then passed out for 2 hours. 

Then I got up and went and drank beer.

Monday, June 30, 2014

June's Jaunts

Weight Lost: 3.3 pounds
Miles Run/Walked: 36.67 miles
Longest Run: 5.5 miles
How many runs missed: 6 (5 post surgery, 1 pre)
Achievements: Getting in 4 runs a week after surgery
Craziness: Thinking I would be able to run the Tuesday after surgery

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

The Pain in the Ovary of Being a Woman

I went running yesterday after taking off over a week.  Surgery will do that.

Are we ever running again?
Warning: Talking about lady parts!

So way back in 2012, I noticed every other month, about 2 weeks before getting my period that my left side would hurt.  Sometimes a lot, sometimes a little, but enough to have to wipe out the work medicine cabinet buy some Advil and take it.  In June of 2013, I went to the doctor because I accidentally decided to diagnose myself via Google and discovered I had cancer, which is far scarier than the usual diagnosis of erectile dysfunction.  At the doctor, she didn't find much but said I had endometriosis.  What a relief...Instead of a potential life threatening disease, I was only going to be a complete bitch a week before PMS.  Awesome!  Anyway, I really didn't follow anything the doctor said to do.

In March 2014, I went to see the doctor. I still had the pain. I also now had a $3000 deductible, and she suggested surgery.  I laughed at her and promptly decided to lose some weight, eat better, and exercise (those things she told me to do before).

On May 20th, I woke up wanting to cut out my ovary myself.  I don't know what was going on but it was the 2nd worst pain ever (so on those stupid pain scales they ask you about I guess it was a 9, (although I told the doc an 11) because the bronchitis/pneumonia/strep/coughing blood pain was still much worse).  I had noticed McMenamin had been guarding my abdomen for about 3 days before that, which was unusual.  I called the doctor and she fit me in on May 21. (And then I went running, because if it was going to hurt, it was going to hurt). She told me I had a cyst that burst and I should probably get a laparoscopy (lap) or get some shots that induce a temporary menopause.    After thinking about how Gemma on SOA and how the Golden Girls just loved menopause, and the fact the shots could also cause depression, mood swings, weight gain, and a whole bunch of other things that I already experienced, I decided menopause would only happen once in my life and to do the lap.  Now for some reason in my head, I associated this as surgery as complex as an endoscopy or colonoscopy. (I've had both.  I had an endoscopy in the morning once and painted the bathroom that night.  So NBD).   I didn't do any Googling this time.  So the surgery was set up for Friday the 13th (June 13). Apparently a lot of people are superstitious so there was an opening.  The weeks leading up to it were kind of a whirlwind.  I still hurt, but the doctor gave me Lortab so I could get through my pain.  I ran the rest of my scheduled runs in May, and missed one in June.

So June 5 I went to pre-op.  The doc explained what she was going to do.  "Just insert a 5mm camera in my belly button, look around and clean some stuff.  Will definitely make 2 incisions, perhaps 4."  Also, "you probably will be able to run after 4 days, but it may take 2 weeks."  (I heard, "You will feel fine after a day, and be able to run after 4.").  We spent the rest of the time talking about all the waivers I had to sign and she told me to get an advanced directive, just as a precaution. And she asked if D was going to take me to and from surgery.  Then she sent me over to the hospital to get blood taken and to pay that $3000 deductible.  Haha! Jokes on them, as I forgot my check book.  I paid some part of it, gave them my blood, got weighed about 4 times, and then went to work.

Between 6/5 and 6/13- No less than 8 people asked if D was going to drive me to and from surgery.  I began to wonder what "for better or for worse" meant.  I questioned him if he thought it was weird he was taking me.  I wondered if we were weird.  I began to wonder how many people were in messed up relationships that their SO wouldn't take them to a surgery that was planned (if they were financially able to take off).

Thursday 6/12:  Looked up what time I was supposed to stop eating and drinking.  8 hours before surgery. Did they mean the surgery or the time I had to get there?  I'll go with the time to get there. D and I went and had a huge meal of fried pickles, and a brisket burrito and mac and cheese.  
"Last Meal"  at Smoke Ring 6/12
Friday 6/13: At 2am (thanks alarm), I got up and ate the rest of my mac and cheese and had a few more bites of the burrito. I was nervous and couldn't sleep.  I drank 6 glasses of water.  Then I laid in bed.  At 945, I got up took a shower and cleaned the shower.  Then spent the longest time ever brushing my teeth  I was so thirsty.  Finally at 1030 we left and went to the outpatient center.  There some biatches sat there and talked about food the ENTIRE time while eating.  I may have said something about how rude that was.  But the highlight was they talked about a gourmet drink.  I shit you not when I tell you it was 1 Cup of Sugar, Water and 1 packet of Kool-Aid.  I sat and texted my brother most of this.  Then they called me back and I answered more questions.  The nurses were all pretty nice.  Then D was allowed to come back.  We both sat there.  We tried to figure out where he was going to go get lunch while I was in surgery.  They hooked me up to an IV. 
High as a kite- going to the operating room
Finally I was wheeled out to the OR.  I think I was high at this point, because I don't really remember all that.  I woke up in the post-op area.  All I wanted was water. I kept asking the nurse for water.  She asked me if I wanted to see D. I told her I wanted water. She gave me saltines. I asked for water.  She got me a diet coke. I shotgunned that down, and she gave me another.  D came back and I drank his Coke Zero.  Then another nurse, Linda came in and we talked to her.  They had these massager things on my legs that were awesome.  She took them off.  I got dressed, and she let me have the hospital gown, and she and D wheeled me to the car.  I talked to my dad and D's dad. I have no idea what I said.  My shoulders hurt.  D took me to Sonic and got me a huge Diet Coke and a Milk Shake.  After that, I went to bed.  I may have had Chinese food too, or that was Saturday. The days blend together.

Saturday I slept, and drank a ton of water.  My shoulder hurt from the anesthesia.  I wore the hospital gown because it didn't hurt my waist. I was supposed to walk. I walked to the bathroom a lot. I bled a lot. D got me water like every 10 minutes.  I stopped counting after 20 cups.  Percocet too.  Sunday, I told him I felt a lot better.  He thought so too until I nearly fell down the stairs (while going up).  Scared the hell out of us both.  Still on lots of Percocet. Still bleeding.   D decided he would stay home on Monday.  I continued drinking a lot of water.  Slowly got my appetite back.  I walked with D while he walked the dogs.  Wearing pants was difficult.  I think I sat on the couch once between Saturday and Monday.  I hurt. This recovery was nothing like a colonoscopy.  Tuesday I was on my own.  McMenamin almost died by my hand when he scratched my belly button (one of the incision spots). He stayed away from me for the rest of the day. I now could walk around and get my own water, but sitting was still not in the cards.  I was exhausted.  I felt better, but still hurt.  I looked at the pics of my surgery.  Apparently they found another cyst, and D told me they cut everything out. The doc had told me they were going to burn everything out.  Thinking about that exhausted me.

Wednesday, same shit different day.  I did walk Lompoc because she needed to go. Then I took a nap. I emailed the doctor about the bleeding.  She emailed back but didn't answer about the bleeding.  Since I knew I wasn't hemmoraghing, that was good.  Her email said my biopsies were benign.  Benign.  I sat there, and started to cry.  Now again, this goes back to "the no big deal" surgery. It never occurred to me they were testing for anything. This scared the hell out of me.  I can't really explain it except to say I was WAY OVERWHELMED.   Kind of like the time she told me she wasn't sure I could have children.  Since I don't want children, it shouldn't bug me, but still to hear I may not have the choice kind of is bothersome (another doctor said I couldn't).  That night I took no Percocet.  Thursday I got up to go to work. About 15 minutes after my shower, I laid back down, emailed my boss that work was out of the question and went to bed.  There was no way I could sit upright in rush hour traffic 60-120 minutes with a seat belt on.  Then I went to sleep with a huge Advil.  I probably took another picture of Lompoc.  Somewhere around Thursday it dawned on me that they cut into my stomach muscle so that's probably why recovery was slow.  I still was planning on walking on Saturday while D ran.  And Thursday night I HAD to get out of the house. I couldn't watch one more Criminal Minds, Law and Order, Golden Girls, Frasier, or House Hunters  (no, I don't watch soccer at all, so if it is on every 4 years, that won't change it for me).  So D and I went and had 3 beers and a milk shake.

Celebratory "Biopsy Benign" Beer- Straight to Ale Monkeynaught
Stone Collective Distortion IPA

Friday was the big day.  I was going to drive.  I had to go to the post office. I thought I would be going on Monday the 16th, but that didn't happen.  So I finally got there and mailed off my property tax appeal.  Then I decided I wanted a hamburger so I went up the street. Soccer was on the TV.  I forgot my phone.  I ate my hamburger. I talked to 2 women. I had a beer.  And then I left.  I was exhausted.  I was also sore.  But I had to go out again and get my haircut.  My stylist and I talked. She brought up the point about the menopause shot, that I would have also gone through puberty again.  Yeah, I made the right choice.  By the time I got home, I was exhausted.  So I went to bed.  Of course I woke up about an hour later.  I didn't sleep at all.  I ended up not going to the gym with D.  I slept a little while he was there.  Then we went to get lunch.  I was still bleeding.  Jesus.  And I was having trouble walking.  I wanted to go to one bar in Decatur but we couldn't find parking and the walking thing was an issue, so we went to a bar in Little 5 Points.  We may have had a lot of beers. I may have had my pants unbuttoned the entire time.  Finally we decided to go and Uber'd back home.  After "sleeping" for 2 hours, I stayed up again.  D got up at 6am and we went and got my car before he went to work.  I came home and slept for another hour.  And then was up again.

I sat around and watched more mindless TV.  Still bleeding.  Monday I went to work.  Wearing pants for that long buttoned was painful.  The zipper rests on 2 of the incisions.  I got home, and finally slept.

Tuesday, I went to work and then went to the gym.  Those 2 miles were so weird.  First, my heart rate was flying, and I was running way slower than normal.  Second, even the trainer (not my trainer) noticed it, and asked if I was ok.  After I ran, I was walking and couldn't get my heart rate down.  I was walking at 2.8 mph.  Finally, just standing there doing nothing, it fell.  So then I came home, still bleeding.

I swear, I don't like having my period on a "normal" month.  This is just freaking ridiculous.

But I can't end on this, so I'll end with pics of McMenamin, Scuttlebutt, and mostly Lompoc throughout the week.

McMenamin tested my Chinese Food to make sure it wasn't poisonous. 6/14
Lompoc making sure I'm ok while D buys a soda 6/15
Right after Lompoc got sick 6/16
Morning Naptime 6/17
Hiding from the thunder 6/17
Morning Naptime 6/18

Scuttlebutt getting up from the afternoon nap 6/18

Trying to go to work 6/19- It didn't happen, I got in bed next to her.
McMenamin is comfy 6/20
Someone is going to be upset come Monday when she has to get in a crate. 6/22
I don't understand why you can't sleep, Mom  6/23 (wee hours)
Time to go to work, Mom 6/23

Saturday, May 31, 2014

May Mop Up!

Weight Lost: .5 pounds
Miles Run/Walked: 57.97 miles
Longest Run: 4.5 miles
5Ks: 1 (Came in 4th)
Achievements: Running 100% of my runs scheduled
Craziness: Running the last 2 weeks with a ruptured ovarian cyst

Thursday, May 15, 2014

My 2XU Elite Compression Shorts Review (or Griping about 2 Miles)

So, I have been running.  14 times in 3.5 weeks.  They are all pretty short runs, yet my body hasn't been this sore in awhile.  I have been to 3 different gyms (all owned by the same guy).  I like the one by my house the best.  I don't know if it is the weight gain, the shoe issues that have plagued me for almost a year, or what, but my hip started hurting again.  (bursitis).  I've been rolling and doing my kicks (which I hadn't been doing for awhile...so duh to me).  However, I always relied heavily on my CW-X Stabilyx Capris.  But they don't fit at the moment, and they were the largest size CW-X made (although it looks like they might have changed their sizing, since I last looked in 2012, but whatever). What to do? What to do?

I looked at 2XU and they have XL shorts and Capris.  I hemmed and hawed on the shorts because I have a CW-X pair and don't really like them.  (read here).  I was afraid that the 2XU wouldn't hold up.  I couldn't really find reviews of anyone with hip bursitis commenting on them, and I had the money, so I ordered the Elite Pair and a pair of Capris.  I'll be honest.  I don't like the huge 2XU plastered across my leg.  The shorts only came with the white ("steel") plastering (or that's all I saw), but the Capris came Black/Nero.

2XU Elite Compression Shorts (photo from Shoebuy.com)

 2XU Black/Nero Capris  (photo from Shoebuy.com)

So Tuesday, I went to one of my 3 gyms for a 2 mile run.  No big deal. I'll do speed work (run 5mph for 4 minutes, run 4.3 for 1 and repeat).  I've been doing this for my 1.5 mile runs if I don't run outside on hills so no biggie?  I went to my non-regular gym (I'd been there one other time).  I got on the treadmill.  I started walking and noticed my heart rate was a little higher than normal.  Not a big deal (115 vs 110 to walk .5 miles at an faster than leisurely pace).  I started the run.  I lasted on 5mph for about 1 minute and thought I would die. I decided I would skip speed work and just do 4.7.  After 4 minutes my heart rate was 155.  I walked at 3.4 rather than run at 4.3.  I was drenched.  I did this 4.7/3.4 thing again.  I barely got through it.  My heart rate soared to 175.  What the hell is going on?  I felt like I was running up a hill.  I checked the elevation and it said 0.  I tried the cycle again.  I had to take it to 4.5 when my heart rate hit 183.  I walked for 1.5 minutes this time to get the heart rate to 160.  Tried again with the same results.  My arms and shoulders were really sore.  I put it on 4.1.  My heart rate seemed to level at 175 but really?  4.1?  I finally finished the 2 miles.  I could barely walk.  When I turned around to get off the treadmill, it felt like it was on a downward slope.  I'm definitely bringing a level with me the next time I go there.  I got home and my shorts and capris were there.  I was actually too sore in my arms to fight to try on the capris after trying on the shorts.  The shorts fit.  Yay.

Yesterday I ran in them for 3 miles at my close-to-home gym.  Considering how sore I was from the day before, I was not enthused to have to run farther.  I started the run at 4.5 mph.  I decided I couldn't stop to walk because I was afraid I wouldn't restart.  My heart rate never got above 169 which it hit in the final 2 minutes.  I liked the shorts better than the CW-X shorts. They seemed a little sturdier in material. I did notice my hip in the 2.5 part of the mile, but I think that was more out of boredom than anything else.  I also noticed the side tag in the shorts that rubbed my side raw.  I'll have to Body Glide that area.  Overall, I like the shorts and think they will last a good 15-20 pounds until I can fit back into my CW-X Capris.  The one thing I did notice was a lot of seams in the crotch area.  If the tag was bugging me at 3 miles, I imagine I will Body Gliding other areas of my body on longer runs.


My own review: Neither 2XU or CW-X had anything to do with my reviews except sell their clothing on websites where I could make purchases.

Monday, May 5, 2014

Tri-Cities 5K recap

So D and I had a 3.5 mile run as the long run for our second week of marathon training.  Why not just do a 5K?  Being that I'm kind of exacting, I wasn't sure that it really counted, but I decided ok, because I knew this course was hard, because I did it last year.  We signed up.  Somewhere in there, I forgot to tell D about the hills (or I told him in my head).

Saturday morning we drove out to College Park, the whopping 8 miles away.  It was about 50 degrees and sunny.  We got our numbers and sat in the car for awhile.  At 745 we got out and went to the starting line.  There was also a 10K, and people were concerned about the split, but I remembered it was well marked.  People seemed happy I knew this.  At 758, I mentioned the hills and I hoped my legs were ready.  D goes, "Hills?"   I said, "Oh yes, the last 2/3rds of this race suck."  He kind of just looked at me.  We kissed and then they said, "Go."  Despite the chip there was no starting map.  There weren't that many people (500?) so it wasn't a huge deal.

We ran down Main Street to Rugby where the 5Ker's turned left.  I knew I was going fast, but I felt ok.  There was this teen (14-15ish) who kept trying to keep up with me.  Well, he would run past, get a side cramp and then walk, I would pass, and this would repeat.  I wanted to tell him just to run my pace, because he was annoying me, but he eventually figured it out, and kept my pace for about 2 minutes.  I hit 9 minutes when I should walk break but I still felt strong and I wanted to see if I could get under 12 minutes on the first mile.  We turned down Napoleon, I lost the kid, and Mile 1 clicked by at 11:59.  YES!  Boy Scouts were handing out water, but I didn't take any.

Off Napoleon you turn on to Walker.  I thought about what comes down, must always go up.  I tried to keep a decent pace but my legs said to take a break.  Since I missed the 9 minute, and I knew there were more hills, I took about a 45 second break (pretty much walked up the rest of the hill).  Turned onto Victoria and struggled but kept running.  Finally got onto Lyle that was kind of Flat, and then had a huge downhill. Some people passed me on the down hill, but I knew there were more uphills.  So I tried to keep as steady as possible.  On Pierce it was steep/rolling. Somewhere around here was Mile 2. I missed what my time was. I would run up about 3/4 of a hill and walk the rest, and then run again.  I seemed to pass a lot of people this way.  Cambridge was just a long hill, I kind of cursed, but told myself to go.  There was a green lady and a purple lady (purple was walking REALLY fast), that I wanted to catch.  Purple also ran all the down hills.  I was in passing distance of Green Lady when she made a mistake, she missed the sign to turn on to Hemphill. I'm not sure how she missed it but the Volunteer got her back on track.  I "made my move," and passed her.  Meaning, I ran at the same pace.  Ran down Hemphill to Virginia.  On Virginia the first 2 10kers and the cops came by. Yeah, I'm slow.  Oh well.  I couldn't catch Purple.  Onto College Avenue.  Ah the last hill.  I got up to Purple.  I saw D.  I started walking. hahaha! I got to the crest and resumed running and ran onto the track for my lap.  Purple started running.  Some other lady (Blue Sweatshirt) came from nowhere and took over us.  I had half a lap to go, and Purple was slowing.  More 10kers were coming.  Actually the ones that I said were probably going to win (age group winners).  I passed Purple on the turn.  The announcer was saying she was trying to catch up.  Told me to put some umph into it.  I kicked the time.  I knew she was behind me and coming up.  I sprinted.  I beat her barely (2 seconds).

My time: 41:15.  Not my best but since I've been hurt and undertrained, I was happy with it.  It was 1 minute+ more than last year.

D met me and got me some water.  We went and got our T-shirts.  I asked if he placed.  He said no, and thought it was weird I asked him.  He said he was sure he got in the top 10 of his AG.  He came in 38th over all (out of 253).  And he said, "THOSE HILLS."

The HILLS

We went out for lunch, later.  While out, I got an email that said I placed 4th in my AG.  4th, PEOPLE!  I don't care how slow I am, but that is probably my best finish ever.  4TH!!!!

So we'll do the race next year.  One of those women might turn 45 and I could place 3rd!