| Running like a crazy man |
[Jul. 25th, 2005|03:22 pm] |
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| | Rest My Soul - Michelle Tumes | ] | ...or rather, just running with my injured foot.
Some of you may know that I hurt my foot on the beach in San Diego. Anyway, after a week of hoping it would heal, I went ahead and just ran on it on Sunday morning, in the 33rd annual Wharf-to-Wharf.
My results were SOLID. My goal was to finish the 6 mile course in an hour. I finished on my clock (starting line to finish) in 45:37, with official time of 48:05. Not quite my fastest race, but considering I'm not in peak shape, that was pretty damn good.
I'd like to thank the 12-year-old girl who started kicking my ass around mile three for keeping the heat up until mile five. I couldn't believe it! I'd be jamming down the road, thinking I got this girl out of the picture (I passed people for the WHOLE race, because, like last year, apparently Santa Cruz is filled with morons who would rather start closer to the line than run with people at their speed, creating imminent danger for everyone). Anyway, the girl: I'd be cruising along and out of nowhere, this girl (all 80 pounds of her) would go zooming by me like I was standing still. Damn! Then she'd fall back after a bit. I must admit the Schadenfreude I felt around mile four, when she pulled over to tie a loose shoelace. Amateur--don't you know to double-knot? Duh. And in no time she was back up there with me. Damn!
I probably should have backed down when my chest started hurting for a bit, but I decided I'd rather die than get passed by her alive. |
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Don't feel too bad - some middle-schoolers are weirdly scary. A very close friend of mine in middle school was ridiculously fast and kind of unnaturally jacked for a middle-schooler - that guy was doing 10 miles a day in 7th grade, not even training for anything but just for fun. It was actually kind of unhealthy. And he was really, really fast. | |