Last weekend we traveled to Colorado for Dave's big race - Pikes Peak Marathon. Oh yes he did. And hopefully he'll write about it here soon. (I think I said the same thing about the Myrtle Beach Marathon he ran in March.) While we were there I did a small race, the Pajama Jog 5K in Denver. Secretly I had hopes of winning this race as it was super small, but damn! Elevation is no joke!
That's me with the blue shirt and white sunglasses, on the left.
I started out great, hanging with another woman, leading the way. It felt forced but okay. And then I looked at my watch. Man! Sometimes I hate that Garmin. Next time I'm racing without it. It said I was doing 6:38s and I knew I couldn't sustain that with the elevation so I dropped back. Then I was in no-man's land. No one in front of me; no one behind me. The race wasn't exactly marked well. I came to an intersection where I had no idea where to go. I stopped (and stopped my watch in the process, WTF Meredith!) and turned back to the closest competitor and asked where to go. We took a turn, hoping it was correct, and kept running. I was getting closer to the lead female but my pace was slowing. I was tired, my legs were cranky, and I couldn't get a breath in. Is this race over yet? The last part took us past a million (only slightly exaggerating) geese. Ugh! I hate geese.
I finished second female in 23:17. Not a great time, but you can't argue with second place. Too bad I couldn't win the sucker. The winner got a tent, some socks, and a gift certificate to a brewery.
Next race: Aquathlon World Championships!!!
Colorado. Check, check!
1 comment:
Haha I love that you stopped your watch when you stopped, guess it's just habit! Congrats on the race, hope you guys had a fun time.
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