The race start time was delayed by 40mins or so, a race that should have started at 7:30am didn’t
get moving until after 8am and in my mind I was feeling miserable about my run
already…
Mile 1 – Finally off and running!! I will say that not being
the fastest of runners I feel the slowest in the very beginning because
everyone is whipping past me, most days I am okay with that. I’ve learned to
keep my pace from the beginning and I will make it through my run a lot better.
This mile went by quick and painless.
Mile 2- Oh my gosh that bridge looked huge!! I tell you what
it looked like marching ants climbing that bridge and I didn’t even want to
look up. I kept checking my time hoping to keep it between a 12-13 minute mile
as we headed upward-at some point I came cross Clarissa and fell into step with
her for a few seconds she didn’t even realize I was there -LOL! I kept going… I was so determined to keep my
pace, although all I could think about was how I was supposed to lose weight
before I took on the challenge of getting my big butt up another bridge… Epic
fail!
Mile 3 – This was probably the most fun out it all… because
it was the downhill part!! HA! And I got to see Alma and Lety headed back up
the bridge well into their 4th mile – those two are the speedy ones
out of our bunch!
Mile 4 – I still had some determination left in me in mile
four. I was still on track with my pace and I even caught up to Guada on our
way up the bridge again. I was still on pace and for a fleeting moment I thought
I could really pull this off.
Mile 5 – Sucked. It really did somewhere around here I
started to just give up. Guada left me behind and I just could not make myself
catch up to her! If you know me, you know I’d much rather be running at 6am on
a Saturday morning than at 9am – I hate running in the full on sun. I was
getting to the top of the bridge and you would think that the downhill would be
a piece of cake. It turned out to be like someone poked a small tiny hole in my
“this is awesome balloon” and slowly the air was let out and I was just about
done.
Mile 6- Sucked more. All of my pacing and pushing was over.
I was hot and in my mind – it was over! That just made me feel pretty defeated.
It’s all fun and games to give you a cheerful re-cap of a race, but oh does it
suck to have to re-live this one, knowing that I let my mind get the best of me
during a race.
.2 miles- I just wanted it to be over and it was.
It was a bitter sweet for sure – Yay! I finished! I
conquered that bridge and I was happy that I was able to do that. I always have
to remind myself that year ago I would not have braved something like that and two
years ago I was not even thinking about running to the end of my very short
street. I do realize I’ve come a
long way. Honestly though, I know I could have done better. I let my mind take
over and the moment I did that the race in itself was over. I know that I am physically
stronger and able but once I get my mind telling me I can’t do something it
just tears me down.
The forecast for this week- Beautifully sunny and afternoon
runs in the mid 80’s. Suck it buttercup you live in South Texas...
