Race Report.

Yesterday was the big race day, which never fails to make me a nervous wreck.  I always wake up wondering why in the hell I PAY to torture myself like this, secretly hoping that some unforeseen act of God will prevent the race from actually occurring.  Never mind that I've trained for months to be able to participate...when race day dawns, I'm not praying for strength or endurance, I'm hoping beyond hope that a rare tropical storm or tornado will sweep into Boulder and let me off the hook.

Obviously, no such storm happened  and despite the fact that we would have really preferred to be off having brunch and mimosas instead of warning up for a 13-mile run, my running friends and I did get ourselves to the start line:

A pre-race photo of Stacy, Dave, Alison and me

It was hot and a bit windy, but overall, the race went pretty well. I actually had a stretch between miles 7 and 10 when I felt GOOD (a feat I've never managed to accomplish during a race) and was running sub 8-minute miles.  And while I it wasn't my best half marathon time, I finished around 2:03 (official times aren't posted yet), and the few miles I felt strong give me hope that maybe I'll race again. (Monsoons withstanding, of course!)

No race day (or Sunday, for that matter) would be complete without our standing dinner at Rock Bottom, after showers, naps and a whole lotta ibuprofen:

Me, Alison, and Stacy after our post-race celebration at Rock Bottom

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Today is a rainy, gloomy wet day (where was this cool weather yesterday morning, I ask?) and I am cozied up with a chai latte, a pumpkin scone, and the new Jenni Bowlin kit for October.  And life is good. :)