Then I spent about 12 weeks in a boot. I spent even more time doing physical therapy and came back to running very, very slowly. It’s harder to come back than I thought.
I had no idea how this race was going to go. I haven’t put in the speed or mileage I know I should for the Half Marathon, but my entire season of racing is a bit later on this year, so I try to tell myself “I’m OK with going slower than last year.” But who really wants to admit that? I paired up with an athlete whom I know is my speed and figured I’d hang on as long as I could.
The first mile was difficult with a lot of zigzagging. Then it opened up and, though the splits were OK, it felt hard. Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I’m only at mile 4! Is it bad to quit? I pushed on, realizing I really didn’t bring enough nutrition for this run. Just as well, I had no pockets to carry it. At the turn around, it was fun to see 2 TRI SMARTers pushing each other – they were cruising and making it look effortless!
I jockeyed back and forth with one girl for probably 10 of the 13 miles. I promised myself I would try to get ahead. I had one pretty slow mile and had to dig deep to bring the pace back. I passed this girl around mile 11 and figured I had her for good. I didn’t hear her feet or breathing any more. Coming up the last little hill, I got a few words of encouragement from a local Palos runner.
Down with about 400 yards to go, a spectator yelled “Almost finished, Ladies!” Ladies? Uh oh…it had to be her. Sure enough, with about 200 yards to go, she shot past me. Oh no – I can’t let this happen. I tried to sprint. It didn’t feel like much, but I was able to get about a half a foot step ahead of her at the finish line. HOLY COW THAT HURT! Results show me finishing one second – you got that – ONE second ahead of her. It was like we ran the entire race together! Wasn’t a stellar performance, but I’ll take it. Great race as always. I’ll be back next year.
