Not sure of my official time or place yet because results not posted yet. Beautiful day for a race. Nice and overcast and not so humid. I followed the advice of Brent and had a big breakfast yesterday and a light dinner. I felt ready to run. My race was about 45 minutes from my home and was a small one. I would guess there was only about 150 runners. Little did I know the whole course was nothing but hills. I overheard someone talking about it at the start. I started getting worried because I didn't do a whole lot of hill training but decided not worry and be glad I wore the right headband (It says, "Hills?...What Hills?) If you weren't going up a hill you were going down a hill (wasn't expecting that). Did I mention there were hills? After the 1st hill (they were all big), I was feeling good and confident. I remembered someone telling me to start off slow then pick people off at the end, so thats what I did (Brent). I kept it slow and steady going up and rested but picked up the pace going down (thank goodness for good knees...knock on wood somebody!). My husband, Rick had his cowbell and cheered my on at the top of tough hills (they were all tough). Turns out hills were my strong point. After about 7 miles, many runners were walking up the hills but not me. I would start thinking about my life and how I don't slow down when things get tough, thats when I lean in and keep putting one foot in front of the other (spiritual moment). The hills are where I started picking runners off. Now don't get the idea I was sprinting up these hill because I was far from sprinting...just constant and steady...thought about my breathing and didn't look at the top of the hill, only just in front of me. Before I knew it I was on mile 12...the longest last mile of my life. It took 2 more hills and the rest of my energy to haul my booty over the finish line...so glad to be done. Now my mind is set on that McFlurry calling my name..."Teerrriii...Come eat mmeee".
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