Note: I am awaiting some race day photos, but wanted to post this anyway. I will post the pictures when I get them!
First of all, thanks to all the people who have supported me. On race day and throughout my training – whether I know you or not! There were a lot of amazing spectators along the course who really made a difference.
The morning started early – but not bright because the sun was far from up. I had set my alarm for 4:40, but was wide awake at 4:15 and figured there was no way I would be able to get back to sleep. The sleep I did get wasn’t great, but it was nothing new for me since I have trouble sleeping anytime something exciting is happening the next day.
After putting on some coffee, I did what I would do any other weekend morning before Mr. BKL is up - spending time on the interwebz with my google reader, facebook, twitter, et al. It was hard to keep my mind of the general nervousness brewing in my stomach. I had two cups of coffee and toast with peanut butter and honey, got dressed, and by the time I knew it we were seeing our breath outside as we got into the car in the 38 degree morning.
I was a little panicked as we drove along Washington Ave. in Minneapolis because we hit each red light, and there were plenty of them. Fortunately, my panic was abated as we found a parking spot easily and were walking towards the start right at 6:30. The first corral was set to start at 7:09, and each of the following 3 corrals at 3 minute intervals after. I knew I had to find a port-a-pottie before the start, and stupidly walked past two of them without a line thinking there would be an abundance of plastic loo’s closer to the start. Silly me! What I did find were 4 more with a line about 40 deep. Insta nerves set in. I wanted to jog a few blocks to warm up because of the cold, but that wasn’t going to happen. After discarding my sweats with my ever so amazing husband, I waited in the corral and watched as the first two were underway.
It felt great to cross the starting line and get racing. I was definitely taking it too easy when I looked down at my watch at the first mile and saw a discouraging 9:17. Time to pick up the pace. Around mile two I could feel my toes again and slowly started to bob and weave my way around and past people. I hit a comfortable pace and just kept truckin’. Mile 3 was about 26 minutes, so I knew I had already gained some ground. I took advantage of all the declines and worked hard on the hills. I saw my family just before mile 6 and couldn’t have been more excited. I have to admit I might have missed them but of course my Dad had made a giant neon yellow sign that said: GO BREE. After that, I realized I didn’t have much race left and decided to give it my all and to leave as much as I could on the course. Miles 9 and 10 were pretty much a blur and I am pretty confident in saying I couldn’t have gone much faster the last 1/2 mile or so.
Overall, I am really happy with my time. My chip time was 1:23:39 (average pace of 8:21), I placed 1557 out of 7017 overall, 516 out of 4311 females, and 136 out of 1029 in the female 22-29 age group. My secret goal was to finish in 1:25:00, and I am really excited that I achieved better then that.
Lots of people told me how fun this race was and I would have never thought I would be saying that running 10 miles in the time I did would be fun, but it was. Looking back I know why some of my training runs were so difficult: because I wasn’t fueling properly for them. For this race I had eaten an ample amount of carbs and food in general and actually rested the day before, and was well hydrated. It didn’t hurt that it was maybe 40 degrees at the start, either.
Thanks again to everyone who came out to run and cheer on the racers. My Mom, Dad, and sister made an hour drive early this morning, and my college age brother and his girlfriend got up on a Sunday way before any of their friends to cheer me on. Seeing their proud, smiling faces at the finish was priceless. I am so thankful to have a family that is so supportive of each other in all our athletic (or otherwise) endeavors.
And a special Bees Knees Life warm fuzzy award to my husband. He is my #1 fan supports me no matter what. He didn’t only whined a little complain when I told him what time we had to be up in the morning, drove me to the start, held my sweats, and generally put up with my special brand of crazy. Well, that’s everyday actually. But I digress. And since I can’t write a post without a picture, I am including what might be the worst picture of me since it’s all I got right now. Mr. BKL took this blurry picture of me looking less then stellar a few hours after the race sporting my new shirt. (And no, that puff of hair is in fact not a side mullet I am sporting. Yet.) Hooray for sweet race shirts!
