I came down from my afternoon RAGE (after a much-needed nap and FINALLY getting my damn pizza) and decided to rewrite my Laguna recap last night for you.
So, before I can tell you about the PR(asterisk)-ing that happened yesterday at Fontana, let’s get last weekend’s race out of the way first. Since Brightroom FINALLY posted the darn official photos. Slackers.
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Aaaaaand it’s six days ago. (Just pretend.)
Woke up, got ready, and made the easy 10 minute drive to Laguna Hills for the race. Was feeling all sorts of bad about it :
Yeah, I was going into the race with the lowest expectations possible (prepared for a PW), but the level of “this might REALLY suck” was a little overwhelming.
Luckily, after an informal strategy meeting with Monica (strategy : don’t die so you can still run the downhill course next weekend), I made friends with the big blue box and got to the start line two minutes before the gun.
So now that we’ve covered that unnecessary information about my bowel movements, let’s just cut to the (race) chase :
- I ran with my handheld for the first time. I love it for long training runs, but had never raced with it because it seemed unnecessary. NEVER AGAIN. It was SO nice not to F around with the water stops, and swig my perfect concoction of icy, diluted Powerade Zero whenever I wanted. (Plus, I needed somewhere to keep my car key.)
- I walked when I wanted. Not when I felt I “should” or at any specific intervals. Just when I WANTED. And I didn’t feel bad about it at all. It used to really eat me up to have to walk during runs, but I’ve embraced it. (kind of have to when your peak training was walking the Vegas strip at night in 4” heels)
- On the opposition, I let myself FREAKING FLY down the hills – clocking some mid6 paces on ol’ G-money. (This would come back to haunt me at Fontana when I found out I don’t know how to run downhill for extended periods of time)
- I felt surprisingly good the whole race. Despite what this photo tries to tell you :
My professional* assessment of the good-naturedness-despite-no-training of this race is pretty simple. The constant change in work – easy pace on the straight-aways, walking the hills, and turbo-boosting the descents – broke up the monotony. I am SUCH a headcase runner, and having the variation really helped keep me from getting bored as shit and angry to be running.
* not a professional
I finished in 1:56.19 – definitely not a PR, but not a PW either. The race was fun, I thanked every volunteer that would listen, and cheered for every serviceman/flag-carrying/military-shirt-wearing person I saw. It was Memorial Day, after all!
Most importantly, I left the race feeling confident about the distance and my upcoming half just six days away. It was a huge ego-boost and exactly what I needed.
Oh, and my outfit didn’t ride/chafe/slip like I feared it would. Three cheers for the Target C9 line!
Laguna Hills Half, 5.30.11 : 1:56.19