As I started the race, I had a goal time in mind and so I sought out the appropriate race pacer. Then I soon passed said pacer. So I caught up with the next one, and then passed her. Then I looked at my pace on my handy-dandy Garmin watch I had gotten for my birthday and was shocked to see my cruising speed was right around a 9:00 mile, and I was feeling really good. I didn't feel like I was struggling at all. Heck, I wasn't even breathing hard! So I decided to just...run with it. As I came out of the canyon at mile 7.5, I could tell that the downhill was starting to take it's toll on my quads as they felt a bit shakey. I actually welcomed the even ground for a while. When I got to the last mile, I was shocked to see that if I could run just under a 9:05 minute mile for the last mile, I could get under 2 hours! So I did. It rocked. I came in RIGHT behind the guy carrying the 2:00:00 pace sign. I was able to sprint to the finish. It was totally cool.
The only downside to this event was how my legs felt for three days afterwards (stairs were a screaming, crying, agonizing trial to go down, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I went down backwards on my hands and knees for all the second day) and the fact that I may never run another 1/2 marathon that has hills again. It was just too much fun, and why ruin the ride with challenges like hills?
Awesome, Geneen! So happy for you! (I think your banisters might be okay to slide down, if your children are not watching...)
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