WOW. Time flies. Where have I been?
Oh yeah, that silly 6:45 AM wake up call started in August and there goes my life. I think Kenny Chesney sings about that. You look back - and where did it all go?
Hours of running around Denver, on the front range trails and along the Pacific ocean coastline paid off. Denver Rock and Roll marathon was a.... real marathon. This is the marathon where I felt my calves turn into bricks, my stride slow so much I didn't know if I was running and I had to baby crawl up and down my stairs at home. For 2 days.
yoga - you are more important than clipping my toenails on race day.
I felt great during the first half of the race but once I was in Wash Park the weight of my long sleeve t-shirt became unbearable and I shed that thing and thought I lost 2 pounds when I tossed that to the side. It was the easiest 2 lbs I'll ever lose!
My new roommate, Emily - she's awesome. Her friends- pretty cool too. Well, of course - they are all from the Midwest. They jumped in at mile 20 and this was no regular pacing team. This was the best-dressed team of the whole marathon.
That dinosaur/gator tail was crucial to my success. I reached out like a baby from a stroller going for their bottle and had that tail whip me forward.
But then. Mile 25 came. maybe Mile 24.5
And South Logan turns into a vertical, undefined slope, hill. Math people - you get me, right? This thing was straight up. Funny, I run this hill often but today, they cranked that thing up like it was a drawbridge and I was running up with the increased incline.
My team was positive, encouraging, and played Juanes. When Juanes came on, life was back to great. I had a little Latina step in my run and finished strong.
PR of 3:51. Next time? Under 3:50! Then maybe.. Boston @ 3:35 or faster!
