So here I've been kind of floundering around and I don't know what came over me, but Thursday I signed up for a 10 mile trail race. I've never gone into a race without training for it. I suspect Paul may have slipped some moonshine in my Diet Pepsi that day or something for me to act so out of character. Plus, I'm not a trail runner. I can't remember the last time I was even on trails (other than the little trail that runs on our land). To tell you the truth, I wasn't even sure if I could run 10 miles. But I set out to give it my best shot.
Standard race breakfast...a pb+j on whole wheat
It was cold this morning. The race director, Josh, said 31*. Brrrr!
Everyone huddled for the prerace briefing.
Then we were off.
There were lots of rolling hills. I felt pretty decent up to mile 7. I took a ginger chew then had a mint chocolate Gu after that. Couple of sips of Gatorade at the water stop. My legs were feeling it (since they hadn't run further than 7 miles, this was to be expected) so I took more fuel than usual. Normally, I wouldn't eat anything during a 10 mile run. But between being undertrained and breastfeeding twins, I needed something in this race.
Here are my shoes after the race. Sopping wet and a nice coating of mud:
Cort, with his standard this is so lame expression.
I ended up placing 1st in my age group, but only because there were only 2 of us. Believe me, my time left a lot to be desired. But I'm thrilled to have my first postpartum-twins race over and done with.
And more importantly, I had a fun time on my run through the woods.
Kevin, Trina, and me (fellow Striders). We all placed in our age groups.