I woke up this morning and it was slightly overcast, cool but without too much of a breeze...a perfect day for a 14K run. Which was a good thing, since I had foolishly registered and paid for said 14K. Only one problem, I didn't feel up for running and haven't for two months now, so this was going to be a feat. Whatever, the money had been paid, I would muster through.
I started the run. There was a lot of walking involved but I was still making it up and down the hills without too much of a problem. The course was set up in 7K loops, which meant I had to go right by the finish line and force myself to keep running to start off the second lap. I made it through...lap 2 here I come! And I had a few people around me that were going at about the same pace. The last 5 kilometers seemed to last forever, I focused on my opponents.
During the last three kilometers I was regularly trading places with another runner. I couldn't hold the lead, but neither could she. That's fine, I was on to her game. As we approached the final kilometer I had some distance to make up. I picked up the pace and then slowly, slowly I started to make up some ground. My enemy was in my sites, I pulled from my reserves to pass her before turning into the stadium for the final lap. With a burst of speed I tore ahead, she wasn't going to be able to catch me now, the devil woman. I crossed through the finish line and looked back at the dust I had left behind. I sure showed that 65-year old what was up. Better luck, next time.
Fourteen kilometers down, next up, a 16-kilometer run in three weeks.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
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LOL!!!!!!!!! Jessica you freaking crack me up. Congrats on your victory. xoxo
ReplyDeleteHey, I'm 65 and I couldn't be a 65 year old woman. Good show.
ReplyDeletehonestly women with double jogging strollers beat me and it's painful to my ego
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