|This is EXACTLY how I look when I am freezing my ass off in May.|
My main worry was dodging the strollers, the children, and the walkers. I had a vision of me flopping on my face and ruining seven years of orthodontia after trying to go around a stroller with a family dog attached to it. Luckily, it never happened. I lined up with Deidre, Teresa, and Julie (as I do for almost every race), and when I got through the starting gate, I took off, dodging, picking, and rolling like LeBron. Ok, maybe more like this guy.
I glanced at my Garmin near the end of the first split, and I noticed I was doing an 8:45 minute/mile, which is impressive, but the WRONG THING TO DO if you want to try negative splits. Oh well. I couldn't see my official time because there were too many people crowded around the boards, but I did see that my pace was 9:03. I haven't checked, but I'm pretty sure this isn't a PR for me. That's ok; I left the race with my teeth and nose intact, and I got to cheer for some pretty terrific runners.
Towpath Turtles, you will always have a special place in your heart for your first race; this was mine. I am so proud of all of you. I stood at the gate and watched you come in, and it made me so happy to see how far you've come. Congratulations!
Next week: Rite Aid 10k. Time to start worrying about parking and bathrooms.