"I really wish it were colder for this run - like negative 14 degrees - but with rain."
"Well, I really wish there were 45 mph winds."
"I really think there should be 4 inches of snow on the ground and a negative 100 windchill."
"I really hope I get lost on the course so I run 20 miles instead of 20K."
"I really hope they delay the race for an hour at the 10K mark so I can be outside longer."
"I really hope I slip on the course and fall into the waters of an icy culver, where no one will see me."
The conditions for this year's Nutri-Run were far from ideal, with 33 degrees, a wintry mix, 20+ mph winds and slush roads. Not that I'd expect any less this year. Also, a race at the end of March can be a bit precarious, weather-wise, in the Midwest but when I ran it two years ago, I was in shorts and a tank.
Just to give you a picture.
So the weather was just one of the things working against me. I also had a bad attitude about the weather, the first 3 miles are fairly hilly and had taught Bodypump at 9 a.m. with the race start at 11 a.m. I didn't think the latter would be an issue but my legs felt heavy from the start.
And the bad thought demon pretty much dominated the race.
Miles 1-2.5: Shit. I already can't keep up with my friends. Stupid hills. Stupid downhills. Please God, don't let me slide down this hill and fall.
Miles 2.5-7: Now or never. Must make the 20K turn. Stay with this friend. Stay with this friend. Mmm, Gu. It's a good reason to walk. Hold the pace. Hold the pace. Who the heck cares? Awesome. I just passed the 10-year-old who trained hard for this race.
Miles 7-12: Eff you wind. I HATE YOU. YOU BLOW. This sucks. Sucks, sucks, sucks. Sleet is pelting me in the face. Or is it you snow? Can't look forward. Can't look forward. There's that ditch that I was going to fall into. Good thing the wind is pushing me the other way. Where's my second Gu? Shit. It fell out. Sweet. I just passed the 10-year-old boy's sister. She's 7. Nothing like passing a SEVEN-YEAR-OLD to make you feel good about yourself.
Mile 12 - Finish: Is it over? Now? Is it over now? Oh, look. My friends are finished and walking back to their cars with bread. I can't walk now. Run. Where's the kick? Omph. Not there. Done.
Stats: Positive splits for the win. Sixth out of seven in my age group. My training partner beat me by 11 minutes. The icing on the cake was that I finished this race almost 30 seconds faster two years ago.
Upside: A shitty race and long run in the books before the Athens half on April 13. I figure it got the zoomies out.
BE GONE ZOOMIES!