I did it and I am still here to tell the tale.
I was up all night, stomach a wreck and then when I finally fell asleep, we had a huge thunderstorm around 3 AM. I think, though, I am now back on US time, as opposed to European time.
Ate a good breakfast of scrambled eggs, a roll with olive oil (can you tell I was in Spain), a slice of cheese and an orange. Wasn't sure if I should have coffee, but I had one cup, with no ill effects. I left for the race around 8:30, got there at 8:45 and as I was pulling in, I saw someone I know pulling in next to me. She's been a runner for years, and I know she doesn't run super fast. She lives near my old neighborhood and I often would see her out when I was riding; in fact, I still do. Anyway, that calmed me down, and she told me where to pin my number. It felt so hot and humid, I seriously thought of doing the walk, but put the thoughts out of my head. I walked and ran around the parking lot for about 10 minutes. The start was a bit chaotic, we had to run down a path through the woods, which I liked, but some people tripped on rocks, etc, to get to the street. I was going a bit too fast here, on the downhill, and then there was an up, which got to me. The first mile went quickly and I pushed myself to get to the 1.6, which was the turn around. A lot people passed me, but I noticed the people at my pace were now walking a lot and I kept running. Going back up the wooded path was hard, because we had to run back down to the finish, which was past the start. Even though that was downhill, I was losing it! I wanted to give a big push, but I just couldn't. I thought I might come in at around 33.5, but I came in exactly in 34 minutes, 2 minutes faster than my last run. I was happy with that. My friend (the race organizer) was at the finish and I think I told her I hated her at that moment.
I found the person I knew, who came in around 30 minutes; I think she will be a good person for me to try and run with. She doesn't race anymore, but she did the race with her son who is handicapped (and who beat me by quite a bit) and works at the hospital we were raising money for. There was quite a spread of food, but I ate a banana and a piece of watermelon and headed home. Took a really cold bath for the legs, showered and am now sitting here in my Zoot tights.
It 's a good feeling of accomplishment, but it was painful at points. What keeps me motivated to run is that it seems to keep my weight down in a way that cycling doesn't. DH came home from a hard 30 mile ride right after me and I was jealous, but I need to do this.



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