Most of us would of welcomed Isaac, but no, just like many blind dates, he was a no show. I don't know what he was scared of. Did he not think almost 2500 ladies willing to brave 13.1 miles couldn't handle him? Well, I assure you Isaac, 2500 women who are willing to accomplish 13.1 miles in this humidity could have handled you, in fact we would have welcomed you with open arms.
As I began my first mile and immediately started to pour in sweat, my hopes of any PR's were immediately squashed. I just told myself I was going to pace myself to get myself through this awful humidity and that with my recent marathon training, I shouldn't do any worse than my last half, the 500 Festival Mini Marathon.
At mile 7, the time caller (I'm sure they have a more official name. I just don't know what it is) called out 1:09. With some quick "in my head" math, I realized a PR wasn't out of the question, if I maintained my pace or close to it. From that point, that was enough motivation to "keep it moving".
|Finished & Smiling Because I PR'd.|
The night before, I had headed over to the downtown Hyatt Regency Hotel for bib pick up. It was definitely a ladies affair. There was the local Cosmetology school giving free manicures and massages available. After I picked up my bib and bag, I watched the fashion show by Blue Mile, our local running store while munching on pastries & drinking tea. I then did a window shopping through the vendors.
I heard the race after party, catered to the female once again, with mimosas, bloody marys and massages. I didn't get to find out, as I needed to get to an offspring's football game.
Oh, by the way. It's now thundering. I think Isaac is now trying to make an appearance.
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