I knew that today was just going to be The Best Race Ever when I saw a few snowflakes fall at ~7:30 AM. Between that and the gusting winds, my Spider Sense told me that some major memory-making was in order.
I got to catch-up with Andrea and Jess in the pre-race porta-potty line, which did WONDERS to calm my jitters. We all went to high school together and when Andrea read that I was training for the Lake Minnetonka Half Marathon, she let me know that they were running it as well so we could catch-up at the race!
And, she agreed to send me a couple of snaps for The Blog.
I? Was not playing the part of The Joyful Runner today.
I ran an injury-free race. I didn’t have to go to the bathroom during the race.
I PR-ed in a big way. I kept on reminding myself that ANY PR is a good PR, but I really wanted to finish the race in 2:05. I finished in 2:02:01. Which means I beat my last time by over 10 minutes!
But it was basically a Pyrrhic Victory. I never got warmer (if anything, I got colder). The finish line was in the middle of a soggy playing field that had been absolutely torn to shreds by the first wave of runners, leaving a muddy mess that I had to action high knees to get through (hello, that is NOT the way you should be finishing a race!).
Once I crossed the finish line, I realized that it had become physically painful to breathe (I suppose two hours of running in freezing temperatures will do that to you). In short, I felt like I got hit by steamroller.
I’m glad I ran this morning, because now I know that I won’t wonder What if? which obviously would have been the case if I had hopped on the treadmill instead. And I know that regardless of what the conditions are, I am physically and mentally able to have an amazing race.
For the record? I DO NOT plan on making a habit out of this.
What’s the worst race you’ve ever run conditions/situation-wise?