Ugh. Okay. I haven’t been writing a thing about the running and I know I should but JEEZ. Here’s the deal. I really really really wanted to do well in the marathon. Like, PR+ style. And I thought I could do it- I did I did! But I didn’t. I got so slow, you guys. So slow. And I just don’t know why. I say this all the time, but I mean it for reals- I gotta get fast! I need to step it UP and speed it up! I was so slow that my sister thought something was WRONG at the end. Like, she didn’t meet me at the finish because she was looking for me because she thought I’d dropped out or something. It didn’t occur to her that I could have been as slow as I was. And here’s the thing too- I didn’t walk! I didn’t stop! Okay, I stopped for the bathroom, but that’s it. Still- STILL- I should have finished with a better time. I started out and really, the first 6 miles I didn’t feel like I was even running! I’ve never been so excited and so anxious and so pumped up for a race. I flew those first 6 miles and I know my muscles were clenchy and tensed up because I was so excited. By mile 16 I couldn’t feel my arms- they were all tingly and weird. I kept dropping them and going “rag doll” with them, but still they felt like they’d fall off. Also, screw those hills. Screw ‘em! Lake Merced? More like Lake I Dread! Those hills effed me. They really did. Then the straight away along the great highway was rough. My feet felt like cinder blocks on the ends of my cement legs. I was lucky enough to have Stacy Scott out there hollering for me and running along side me for a bit, then Noah and Eric appeared at the PERFECT moment when I was really running on fumes. They perked me right up. Melanie ran me in with her cute little flats and her cute little not running outfit. That warmed the very cockles of my heart at a time when I just wanted to cry and collapse. Mike and Sandra and my mom and Sadie and Ellie and Eric all met me at the finish. What a great crew. My dad was waiting in the car but was thinking of me. I think.
I’m trying to not be negative about the race, but clearly not doing a very good job. I need to push myself to go faster over the next few months. I think my goal for November/December will be to get fast. I don’t know what exactly that means, but I have 3 days to figure that out and post about it on here.
And by the way, the “Lake Merced? More like Lake I Dread!” thing just popped into my head. That’s right. I’m quick with the quips, just not quick on my feet.
