Third time is NOT the charm. For me, at least. I'll blame it on running solo...
Let's back track a bit. About two months. To the beginning of this past May, for the Colorado
Marathon Half Marathon. Normally my Dad and I run these races together, but the poor man had shoulder surgery a month before, so I had to go it alone. And it was not pretty. Although my cheering section was bigger by one person, so that was nice :)
I won't tell you my (terrible) time, or my average pace, or all the nuances of the race, but I will say I felt great, until my right knee (an IT band issue) started hurting at mile 3, then was very painful by mile 6 (other than my knee, the rest of me felt great! no blisters! I was fueled and hydrated and rested and raring to go!). Up until then, I was maintaining a pretty good pace (for me). From mile 6 and on, I alternated walking and running. I stopped at every aid station to use the restroom and rehydrate, and take some (more) ibuprofen.
The race starts in the Poudre Canyon and ends in Old Town, Fort Collins, with a beer garden at the end (hallelujah!!!). The course is beautiful, and mostly downhill - it's a race that a lot of people PR (personal record) in. But not I.
It's ok, though - I finished, and had a nice cheering section with posters (that I requested ). One read "Run Annie Run" and the other "Worst Parade Ever."
I added my own little hashtag: #yougoglencoco
So, not my best race, but it's given me motivation to figure out this IT band/knee issue (now my other one is starting to hurt when I run - perhaps I'm overcompensating?) for my next half in September.
And don't you worry, my running buddy is all signed up and has gotten the OK from his PT. Good thing, cause I need his motivation for those thirteen miles. And by motivation, I mean singing, and dancing, and "Anne, how ya doing?" and his grape-vining, and his running circles around me, and his running backwards, and then up and back, and making sure I don't fall over dead.
If I haven't said this before, my Dad is my favorite running buddy.
He's also usually down to buy me breakfast and a Bloody Maria after, too.
|at the race expo with my Pop|
|that is me. a (very) slow runner.|
|and my cute Mama|
|with my friend, Ryan, at the start.|
his first half, and he did it in under 2 hours!
|professional race pictures - I try to smile when I see the photographers.|
this was mile 4? 5?
and of course I wore my Colorado flag shorts - it was the Colorado Marathon!
|almost to the end.|
my mantra at this point: "beer, bacon, breakfast. beer, bacon, breakfast."
|after I finished, before the beer|
|at the finish, nice and sweaty|
black floral dress: c/o Aéropostale
black cardigan: Ann Taylor
black flats: Target
green shirt: Target
Colorado flag running shorts: SOARK
running shoes: Mizuno
sunglasses: Smith Optics
visor: Margaritaville (it's more of a state of mind)
medal: at the finish line