Presque Isle Weekend

EDIT: Two pics from the wonderful finish. My best to date ( ; with chip time counted

So nothing out of the ordinary happened to me this past weekend, which was a relief after all the recent craziness. I woke up at a fairly reasonable hour on Saturday knowing I needed to be at Gale’s by 9. I was and still am waist deep in final projects and papers for my summer class, so like a good little girl I planned to work on some before leaving. Time got away from me and before I knew it I was running about the house like a crazy girl trying to shove stuff into my bag and hoping I didn’t leave anything important behind. I was texting Gale as I jumped into the car and prayed I wasn’t overly late and needing to answer to Shawn.

I arrived a few minutes after 9 so I was not overly late, but Shawn gave me a small pretend guilt trip. The ride there wasn’t anything too exciting, gossip and music. When we got there we couldn’t decide what to do first so we finally settled on picking up the race packets. Of course Gale killed a million trees printing directions to the hotel, to the race, to whatever else including the local Marshalls and T J Maxx, but somehow we didn’t have directions to where we needed to get our info. So we pulled over and I got to teach her how to use Google Maps and we found the address and went on our way. The bags were nothing more than a few ads and our shirts, bibs and chip. I was put off I couldn’t use my own ChampionChip but hey it happens. The tanks were really cool. For the ladies they were a lime green color with navy print and honestly something I will wear. They were having a sale and Gale bought a “safety green” jacket she’s always wanted and some cool gloves with earth magnets. I of course have the blessing/curse of heating up like the 4th of July when I run and couldn’t imagine wearing gloves!

After that we spent the rest of the weekend hanging in the hotel, driving around and bonding lol. Shawn got into an insanely cold pool and Gale and I tried to do some yoga. We watched the Spongebob Squarepants movie and really nothing else worth noting off the top of my head. Oh! We went to the Downs/Casino and they asked for my ID apparently I don’t pass for 21. Here’s the really weird thing, they said I JUST made the cut off (what??) I don’t personally find 25 JUST making the cut off for 21, but I guess it is closer than the 80 year olds falling all over the slots. Everything was computerized, including the toilets so not really much comfort or atmosphere. We only stayed about 30 minutes and I only lost 5 bucks…oooh big spender!

Now the race day. We wake up at an ungodly hour as we always do on these road trips. I lay in bed and wonder how I am going to get the energy to get onto the floor let alone run 13.1 miles. We sit around and slowly get ready and Shawn criticizes everything I want to do. He gets mad at me for carrying too much weight, mad at me for thinking about time, mad at me for even taking salt pills and blah blah blah. I love Shawn but I wish he’d let me invent my own style. I’m never going to be an elite runner…NEVER it’s not in my genetics, but I have fun. And if it’s more fun for me to run 11 minutes versus 10 minutes, who cares but me? Anyway…we leave the hotel and head over to the park. I have no images of my own so here’s one I stole from a web site.
We drive around the bend and park and we go off in search of the potty. We find said potty and wait in line forever and a day….but hey it’s chip timed! LoL. We get in and thank goodness there is paper in some of the stalls. Oddly there is a siren going off and no one knows why. Someone asks us what it could mean. I tell her it means she’s the 1000th customer and has won a very special prize. They don’t believe me. In line we make friends with these two girls from the area and it’s the one’s first half…yippie! Join the fun!

After potty time it’s just about the start and we go to line up, I am distracted by a very cute Italian greyhound and realize they need us on the path. I try to walk through and people won’t move, I try excuse me and pushing gently and they won’t budge. Seriously this is not Boston you don’t need prime standing locations! I yell that I’m a runner and need on that path and people say “sorry” and move aside. And race begins!

The first mile was nice and I hear them call a time of about 10:30 and I’m glad I didn’t go out too fast, knowing with the distance from the start it’s an 10 min pace. Mile 2 is 21:ish and I like that I’m keeping 10 to 11. My goal is 10 to 11 and 12 if I HAVE to. They don’t have timers again until 10 and I don’t wear a watch. I know I’m doing well though because I FEEL good and I know my first pod cast is 1:17:xx which is about 77 minutes and I’m clearing 7 when it ends which puts me around an 11 min pace. At points my feet are KILLING me and I can’t stand running on the pavement. The balls of my feet are stinging with pain, so I move over into the grass along the path and am much more comfortable in the grass and packed sand. I try to relax and look at the trees and water and pretty areas. We get to mile 10 and I pause my ipod to see were I am…and they say “2 hours and blah blah seconds” and I immediately think I’ve missed the number of minutes. I realize they really did call 2 hours and I’m happy because although I have run 10 miles in about 1:50ish before I haven’t cleared under 2 in a while this year. But I also know I have 3 more miles to go and I”m pacing. I’m so happy with my time I make myself keep running although I wanna walk a little. Typically I fall apart at 10 and I don’t want to do that. So I make it to what I think is 11.5 and walk the water stop, but then I see the marker for 12 like 100 feet in the distance. I tell myself it’s only one more mile and I keep running. I see the finish banner and I try to pick it up. I finally manage to get into a full on sprint and I finish in like 2:40:20 and with the chip I’m at 2:40:04 and am realllly proud of myself because 2:40:00 was my goal and it’s also now my personal best. Not the most impressive time, but I was proud of the pacing and am on my way to the full! If only I could figure out how to take away the pain in my toes? Any ideas?

2 thoughts on “Presque Isle Weekend

  1. Sounds like a fun weekend. I'm sorry about your feet. I hope they feel better soon. I guess just take it easy for a while and let them heal…
    That “just made it” remark at the casino is hilarious. I guess compared to some of those old ladies, 25 does seem awful young. Lol.

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