Five second catchup.
My last workout of any kind before yesterday was three weeks ago. Talia and I ran the Fort Worth Marathon 20 miler. It sucked so horribly bad. Hot. Boring. Lonely.
The three weeks prior to the race consisted of a lot of sitting on my butt. Drinking a lot of wine. Eating a lot of food. A spectacular trip to Northern California. Lots of greatness, just not necessarily marathon training greatness.
Fast forward to yesterday. Talia and I registered for the White Rock Marathon while still on our Chicago marathon high. That high was loooong gone.
We have been in a severe drought for months. That is until this weekend. The monsoons arrived. We almost had to take an ark to the race. Instead we took the train.
|A little lonely without our other bitches, and questioning our own sanity.|
|It wasn't raining as we stood in the line for the start of the race. It began about 21 seconds after we crossed the start mat.|
|We accessorized nicely with these lovely trash bags. Talia wore hers for half the dang race. I ditched mine pretty early on.|
|It was go time. I was still in denial about what was about to go down.|
Talia and I hung out together for the first 6 or 7 miles. I forgot my Garmin. I had no music. The mile signs were either non existing or destroyed due to the weather. I saw mile marker one and the next one I noticed was nine. I was truly running blindly.
Talia kept trying to stay with me. I finally told her I was going to kick her ass if I found her waiting on me one more time. I knew I was going to suck butt and did not want to drag her down with me!
|The rain went to a drizzle for about 30 seconds around mile 18. Just long enough for me to take this spectacular picture and text to a few people to let them know I was still alive.|
Holy crap. And then a freaking angel fell out of the sky!
With about .5 miles to go Randee comes out of no where to run me in. What a surprise and just about the greatest thing anyone could have ever done! She did the same for Talia. She went from Uber Bitch to Angel instantly!
|Hardest earned medal EVER!|
It was definitely a day to remember and a day to find out what you're really made of! My time was a tad faster than Chicago, but still not what I was hoping for. I'm sure I'll give the marathon a go again...but not for a good long while!