The weather was picture book for a race. At the start, instead of the almost 72 degrees last year, it was maybe 51-52 and a crystal blue sky. My dad's friend had run the PDR 30 straight years so he was given access to the VIP area (which meant he allowed his friends access as well:-D). My hands were turning that freakish white color which actually made me smile:) I had gotten assigned corral #2 but my dad was #5.
</a></i>My slowest</i> mile was my first one at 8:24. Everything else fell between 8:06-8:20. I saw my mom at mile 1.5 and 3 which provided a happy relief from the crowds.
Once we got back onto the parkway and headed towards the loop of Kelly Drive I could feel that zone start to set in. It's weird. I just start to get that feeling like I'm not running and everything just goes forward. My dad kept talking which would cause me to fall out of the loop but fortunately I could jump right back into the zone! My dad also has issues with staying in his own running lane. At one point, he ran into this woman, she ran ahead and then we caught up again. At this point I hear her say "oh shoot, not you!" and she sprints ahead! LOL As for me, I keep at least a person and a half distance from my dad to avoid the forearm shiver:-p
I did see one member of the team that shall not be named. However, since I had a specific plan, I let her go this time
5k = 25:50 (8:18)
10k = 51:15 (8:14)
10 mile = 1:22:20 (8:14)
13.1 = 1:47:03 (8:10)
Where does this leave me? 3 weeks to go until the big day and I feel healthy! I feel pretty darn good after this race. My mom couldn't believe how good I looked after running 13.1. Now, what's left? Taper me silly! Race day. Bring it on! I'm ready!