If you follow me on twitter you’re already privy to the top secret bottom not secret info: I didn’t PR and I didn’t go sub 3:20.
Instead, I had the world’s worst schizophrenic pacing. Perfect, at least I hit my “B goal”.
I don’t know what happened really; I guess I just didn’t show up mentally ready. The first half I felt like I was really pushing the pace when I wasn’t, and I hit a mental wall at mile 11. AT MILE 11.
My garmin was off from the beginning and died at mile 12 (even though it charged all last night) so maybe that partially explains why my splits were so crazy.
Am I disappointed? Absolutely. I can run better than that. I should run better than that. But as my husband and mom both reminded me, it’s just another race… it’s not like I was on the cusp of making the London 2012 team. touché.
Pics from the day…
All my gear laid out and ready to go for the 5am wakeup call. We left by 6 and parked right before 7. right on time. And then we had an extra 29 minutes since the race started late. <–MAJOR RACE PET PEEVE
The start in the dark
So sexy, I know. It really wasn’t that cold… except when I took off my gear again and the race was delayed a second time.
Ate my PickyBar about 30 minutes before the alleged start time. Sorry, I can’t stop talking about it: when you charge $145 for race (at the expo) start it on time, not a half hour late!
Seriously RnR, get your crap together… and maybe one day I’ll get mine together too.
Because I always get emails asking, here’s outfit details:
**The Nike tank top was a gift from my brother and sister-in-law N and I’m not sure of the style or where it’s from.
**Sports bra is from Target
**The skirt is from RunningSkirts – my mom bought it for me a couple years ago
**The running sunglasses are Native
**The pink shoelaces are from FitApproach
**Shoes are Mizuno WaveRider 14’s
Not exactly happy but I have no one to blame but myself. Don’t you hate it when that happens?!
I handed my medal to my man, said I didn’t do it and that was it.
He responded, You just ran a marathon; you should be proud of that. Hate it when he’s right.
Love it when he stops for coffee without me even asking.
French Vanilla coffee makes everything better.
Eeeer, erase that. Prosecco makes everything better.