Yesterday, I did it! I completed my third half marathon this year and I did it in style!
Jamie and Grace rocked out capes with bedazzled phoenixes (our nods to Elvis) and our initials for us to wear at the race. We got a lot of compliments for them; I didn't do any of the work but took in the kudos nevertheless.
For the first 8 miles, I was the pacer. J & G told me I did a good job pacing -- for me, it was my normal waddle-waddle-waddle. It's great to know that I have learned how to keep pace and be consistent.
Well, almost consistent. I faded shortly after mile 8 and watched as my cape sisters disappeared into the crowd in front of me. I took in the sights (e.g. stripper supplies store) and breathed in the body kinks (e.g. ah, yes, the hips do hurt; ah, yes, the thighs are heavy and tight). I did a better job of getting through the last three miles than usual -- I am slowly learning how to better manage the mental wall I hit at mile 10.
This is my third time running in Vegas -- I think I've only missed it once in the last four years, in 2006, when I attempted the NY Marathon. I love this tradition of seeing my support crew (in life and in running), eating lots of yummy food and running a friendly race.
Until next year, my highlights of the Las Vegas Half Marathon:
- Finishing in 2:46:40 / 12.42 minute mile! My best time yet and at my last race of the year!
- Wearing the capes that were thoughtfully bedazzled by J & G; (thanks, ladies, for making that trip to the Las Vegas WalMart!)
- Recovering from near-death fright when J & G came up behind me and surprised me with smacks on my butt (low-light is that I almost broke out in tears and peed in my pants from the scare -- very sad that I scare so easily)
- Sharing this race with friends made it even better; I really love doing this race but it was awesome to have friends to run with
- Listening to Grace and Jamie chat away as I sucked in copious amount of air in order to keep running
- Sprinting towards the finish line as if my life depended on it, as if my body was not worn-out, sore, and hungry
- Seeing my dad's smile when I tapped him on his shoulder at the finish line and hearing him say, "hey, I know you" in English
- Helping (well, I think I helped) Grace finish her first half marathon!
Stick a fork in me; this rat is done!
Jamie and Grace rocked out capes with bedazzled phoenixes (our nods to Elvis) and our initials for us to wear at the race. We got a lot of compliments for them; I didn't do any of the work but took in the kudos nevertheless.
For the first 8 miles, I was the pacer. J & G told me I did a good job pacing -- for me, it was my normal waddle-waddle-waddle. It's great to know that I have learned how to keep pace and be consistent.
Well, almost consistent. I faded shortly after mile 8 and watched as my cape sisters disappeared into the crowd in front of me. I took in the sights (e.g. stripper supplies store) and breathed in the body kinks (e.g. ah, yes, the hips do hurt; ah, yes, the thighs are heavy and tight). I did a better job of getting through the last three miles than usual -- I am slowly learning how to better manage the mental wall I hit at mile 10.
This is my third time running in Vegas -- I think I've only missed it once in the last four years, in 2006, when I attempted the NY Marathon. I love this tradition of seeing my support crew (in life and in running), eating lots of yummy food and running a friendly race.
Until next year, my highlights of the Las Vegas Half Marathon:
- Finishing in 2:46:40 / 12.42 minute mile! My best time yet and at my last race of the year!
- Wearing the capes that were thoughtfully bedazzled by J & G; (thanks, ladies, for making that trip to the Las Vegas WalMart!)
- Recovering from near-death fright when J & G came up behind me and surprised me with smacks on my butt (low-light is that I almost broke out in tears and peed in my pants from the scare -- very sad that I scare so easily)
- Sharing this race with friends made it even better; I really love doing this race but it was awesome to have friends to run with
- Listening to Grace and Jamie chat away as I sucked in copious amount of air in order to keep running
- Sprinting towards the finish line as if my life depended on it, as if my body was not worn-out, sore, and hungry
- Seeing my dad's smile when I tapped him on his shoulder at the finish line and hearing him say, "hey, I know you" in English
- Helping (well, I think I helped) Grace finish her first half marathon!
Stick a fork in me; this rat is done!
