I had four miles planned, but only finished 2.35 due to an ownerless dog and an unbelievably crampy stomach. I have never had to make an emergency pit-stop mid-run, but Thursday was a milestone. I made it to the park bathrooms just in time; I planned to continue the run afterward, but my stomach refused to be mollified.
So, after that disaster, I think I was just mentally not feeling this race. Of course, I'm glad I ended up going. Matt ran it with me this year, in memory of his grandma.
|I did a really good job centering that bib...|
|Waiting for the starting gun.|
I'm either really bad at math, or some magical seconds appeared out of thin air, because I thought my splits had me finishing in the 27s, possibly even with a PR. While I didn't quite make it, I did finish a minute faster than last year.
|Two sub-9 miles + 9 = < 27, right?! Math is hard.|
|Pretty happy with my performance!|
The start line was pushed back a quarter mile this year, meaning the finish line was visible earlier. I think that really helped mentally, and allowed me to kick it into a gear a little early for my final sprint.
|Some of the luminaries at the expo.|
|Post-race breakfast! Yum!|