|let's just say I have way more leg muscles than arm muscles|
So then I find myself getting all worked up over the other females I'll be racing against. Every woman that I saw at our hotel I assumed to be an enemy, and much faster than myself. But really, enemy isn't the right wording, and certainly isn't true. Because the other women I'm racing against are just as much my fellow comrades, running the same race that I am.
|at the expo|
And that it was:
|for the record, that's also a 10k PR|
My goal was to PR. I managed that by about 4 minutes. My in-the-moment race goal come mile 5 or 6 was to continue holding the absurd sub-7 minute pace that I've never managed to hold for more than a couple miles in a row.
I still don't know how I managed such a solid race, I'm serious. This is coming from the girl who can't hold a pace to save her life.
Let's just say that the stars aligned.
The course was as flat as flat comes... flatter than my chest, excuse the term. The weather was the definition of perfect.
|6 AM, race day. 55 degrees.|
Me: "So what's your goal for the race?"
Andrew: "To win the first mile. And then find someone to draft off of for the next 12."
|gotta love him.|
In all seriousness, I have to give him mad props for killing his first ever half marathon, coming in at 1:52. For the low amount of miles that he trained, I was super impressed. And even more pumped that he enjoyed it.
However, I have a sneaking suspicion he may have enjoyed the decadent, authentic Philly Chessesteak that we had post-race even more. I may have too. It was pretty amazing.
Anyone else race this weekend? Or even better... has anyone else ever had a REAL Philly Cheesesteak? Those things are mind blowing.
Hope your Monday treated you well, cheers!