10 Miler Race Report

It was a cold but lovely morning for the race. I parked at U-Hall, and ran into a few friends waiting inside before the start. I watched the start, then hoofed to over to my volunteer post, just in front of the Rotunda. I spent the next two hours trying to recreate a one-woman scream tunnel. My voice is shot! I saw a ton of people I knew, and it was so much fun to cheer everyone on at a very difficult spot in the race. I was losing my voice and freezing cold by the time I left, but so happy that I had participated. Way to go runners!!!

See you at the race

I got my volunteer assignment today - I'll be at the corner of University Ave and Madison Lane. Across from the Rotunda, just past the Starbucks and the church, and after that wicked hill going up the Corner. Awesome!! My official assignment is to guard the intersection and not let cars through, but I think I'm mostly going to be spectating. As my faithful readers know, I am a proud alumna of the Scream Tunnel, so I am ready for this gig. I'll be resting my pipes tomorrow and Friday so I can go all out on Saturday.

My 10 Miler PR stands

I will not be setting a new PR at the 10 miler this year, because I will be on the sidelines as a volunteer, rather than running. A weekend in Vegas in cute but non-supportive shoes left my feet a blistered wreck. Add to that missing my last long run, and I realized that at best, running on Saturday would be painful and embarrassing. I'm pretty bummed - this is the first big event I've ever missed.

Good luck to all the runners! And remember my favorite race day motto:
Run like you stole something!

I'm groovy, baby!

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MJH 8K Race Report

It wasn't nearly as rainy as I thought it would be, though it drizzle steadily the whole time. I ran with Louise, and since we were talking the whole time, I can't say as I really raced it. Even so, I came within about 30 sec of my time last year (which was in perfect conditions), so I'm pretty happy with it. And for what it's worth, somehow I ended up ahead of Louise in the chute, so I got to make jokes about how I beat her.

I felt pretty good the entire time, except for that wicked Belmont Hill. I took the opportunity to walk for about 100 yards, and felt great for the last mile. Had I not been running with someone, I probably could have pushed a lot harder and beat my PR for the course. I guess that's the bummer of not being a new runner any more - I've already raced the distance, so I'm not guaranteed a PR any more.

It was a good run, but it felt like more of a training run than a race, especially since the rain kept the spectators away. But I'd gladly take a great training run like this over a bad race any day.

8k tomorrow

I did not have my pre-race nightmare last night, which freaks me out more than the forecast. For those of you not here in town, it's going to be rainy and 45 degrees. Which makes it so hard to decide what to wear. Tights, for sure. And I think I'm going to wear my shell, but not sure if I'll pair it with a short-sleeved shirt or long-sleeved shirt. And I'm not sure if I'll wear my baseball hat or fleece toque. I'm leaning towards the baseball hat, since I'm worried about being too warm with the shell on. One thing's for sure, I will not be sporting the extremely green and humongous race shirt. Luckily, I know people, and have a covered parking spot just a block from the start, so I can bring a ton of stuff in the car, and change my mind at the last minute if I need to.

I'm actually more worried about being overdressed than about being cold and wet. Cold and wet is a given; I can't control it. In fact, it's kind of liberating. All bets are off when the weather's like this. Being cold and wet gives you something to think about other than setting a PR, or how much your feet hurt. For me anyway, in these conditions, my usual inner monologue gets switched off, and I find it easier to just be in the moment, and keep putting one foot in front of the other.

Keep an eye out for me - I'll be the one running about a 10:50ish (if I'm lucky) pace wearing a fluorescent yellow and grey shell who answers to "Max's Mom."

A few miles

I'm off work on Mondays, but inevitably the day gets filled up with other obligations. I unexpectedly had a few hours to myself this afternoon, and rather than hurry home and take care of the tidal wave of laundry that threatens to break down the laundry room door, I took advantage of the balmy weather to go for a run. I ran about 3.5 miles, I think. I ran part of the Ten Miler course, including that bit that I always lop off that goes down Lexington. Since I never run it, I made a couple of wrong turns, and did more than the 3 I was planning. It was warm, but very windy, and I'd forgotten to bring a hat, so I ended up with my Katie Holmes meets Dorothy Hamill 'do flopping in my eyes as it worked its way out of the clip I'd put it in.

I headed back to the gym, and did weights, stretching, and abs. I picked up Max from school, and we took a swing by the store to pick up raisins. We made it home just in time to meet Louise for a good long walk with Max in the buggy, eating his precious raisins. Then a mad scramble to make dinner from scratch and here it is 7pm and I'm still in my gym clothes!