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Yesterday, I got a call from my friend Kenny up in the North Woods. Kenny is homeless when he lives in Austin, but up in the North Woods he lives in an ice shanty he built himself. The shanty is in the middle of a lake, but don't worry, the lake is covered in three feet of solid ice, so Kenny's perfectly safe. Kenny fishes each morning and that very morning, he had fresh Walleye for breakfast.
Kenny walked all the way from his ice shanty to the little shop in the nearby town so he could call me and ask me how I did in the "big race". (Except for my daughter, no one in my family has even asked me about the race, but, Kenny has felt like family since I met him.)
Like Kat, I'm proud of my running and my racing. When I ran 20 miles for the first time, I told everyone I saw including the folks who work the coffee bar at Whole Foods, my neighbors (the little guys next door are 3 and 6 and they were very impressed), and all my friends.
I checked the detailed results for the half marathon, and while I knew I did well, I learned that I did extremely well. I came in 83rd in my age division which I'm at the very top of, so some of those ladies are about 4-5 years younger than little old me.
My time: 2:04:04
Average finish time: 2:22:19
Minutes per mile: 9:25
(Last year, I averaged 11:30 minutes/mile for the marathon. I attribute this to all those late night runs around the lake.)
When Kat and I ran 12 miles the weekend before the race, we finished in 2:11.
On race morning, I was worried about not sleeping well, about having such a crazy week behind me, about the cold, the crowd around the starting line, and how I start off really fast and don't find my best pace until about mile 3, so my race mantra was: Do your best right now, girl and have fun.
My half marathon medal hangs by my front door but the real benefits of running are always with me during and right after a run. It just makes me feel good.
Kenny walked all the way from his ice shanty to the little shop in the nearby town so he could call me and ask me how I did in the "big race". (Except for my daughter, no one in my family has even asked me about the race, but, Kenny has felt like family since I met him.)
Like Kat, I'm proud of my running and my racing. When I ran 20 miles for the first time, I told everyone I saw including the folks who work the coffee bar at Whole Foods, my neighbors (the little guys next door are 3 and 6 and they were very impressed), and all my friends.
I checked the detailed results for the half marathon, and while I knew I did well, I learned that I did extremely well. I came in 83rd in my age division which I'm at the very top of, so some of those ladies are about 4-5 years younger than little old me.
My time: 2:04:04
Average finish time: 2:22:19
Minutes per mile: 9:25
(Last year, I averaged 11:30 minutes/mile for the marathon. I attribute this to all those late night runs around the lake.)
When Kat and I ran 12 miles the weekend before the race, we finished in 2:11.
On race morning, I was worried about not sleeping well, about having such a crazy week behind me, about the cold, the crowd around the starting line, and how I start off really fast and don't find my best pace until about mile 3, so my race mantra was: Do your best right now, girl and have fun.
My half marathon medal hangs by my front door but the real benefits of running are always with me during and right after a run. It just makes me feel good.
1 Comments:
Congrats on your time! Y'all did great!
And medals are fun. It feels good to have that shiny weight around your neck while your head is held high.
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