But I didn't switch. I was mentally ready for this race. As shown in the graphs below (from Wundergound), race time temps were around 37* with wind gusts of around 35-40 mph. No me gusto! Ba dum dum :)
"Oh, I'm at 8.06 (when I looked down at my phone)? Cool, just under two miles to go."
My phone died at 8.84 so I had to guess when to do my walk intervals. But the last thing I remember was thinking:
"Just a little over a mile. I can do this!"
That last mile was on an incline which I had to laugh at. Of course it would be a tough finish.
I never could get into a really great rhythm (even though my pace was pretty consistent). Even at 15,000 people, the race felt packed. I think it's due to the time limit (2:20) and that there were only six corrals.
But at the end, I welled up, errrr I mean, the wind made me tear up. Obviously. I felt extremely proud. I've run half marathons and a ten miler before, but this was special for me. It wasn't about the pace. It was the fact that I overcame some challenges.
- It was the longest distance I've run since going off of my inhaler.
- I needed my b-12 shot as I have been having low vitamin symptoms towards the end of the week. But I finished this race without the help of my b-12 (or Myer's cocktail).
- My training was sporadic so I didn't feel well-prepared.
- I finished the race even though a new knot surrounding my IT band popped up yesterday as the result of massage. It actually felt better when I was running, but if I touch it, I instantly want wince.