Holy Hanna it was cold this morning. And while the wind was not blowing at our house it was blowing in Orem. The Hale Center Theater is just down the street from a serious canyon (Provo Canyon) and it was getting some fierce wind action this morning. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
I was totally nervous last night as I was getting ready for bed and laying all of my gear out. I didn’t know what jacket I should wear or if I should wear the compression socks {is it only my ankles that protest running in those things?} or if I should wear my hat or ear warmers. etc, etc…. I slept well until my littlest, Bea, woke up around 2 am. Mark took care of her this time, thankfully. But she deiced to wake up for good at 5:30 this morning. Come on, seriously? Didn’t she know I was racing? So, I shoed her back to bed 7 or 8 times until 6:45, when I got up for good.
We went downstairs to enjoy breakfast, Bea and the Boss {who heard there would be cereal and woke up to participate} had lovely bowls of coco-crispies, a Saturday favorite. I ate a toasted hamburger bun {because we only had ultra healthy wheat bread and I wanted something easy to digest} one side with peanut butter and the other with honey, and a glass of water. Then I foam rolled my legs for a bit, cleaned up after the girls and started getting ready. I wore my winter tights with a pair of capris over them, a long sleeve base layer with a short sleeve tee over and a jacket. I also brought my lovely old sweat pants to wear once we got to the race and my winter coat. Mark picked up the babysitter at 8:30 and we kissed the girls goodbye and were gone.
We made it to packet pick up with no problems, got our bibs, race shirts, and goodie bags and went back to the car to stay warm. We were there early enough for me to use the bathroom twice before the start. I finally left the warmth of the car and made our way over to the “pre-race meeting” and then followed everyone over to the start line, jumping and bouncing trying to stay warm. We lined up toward the back and the going was a little slow in the first few minutes of the race as everyone got moving. Our first mile was awesome and right on target pace wise. Mile 2 had a serious and steep down hill section that flattened out for a bit and then we had to climb back up all that elevation that we had just lost. The route was a rectangle and we started running south and then turned west and then back north. All these directions the wind didn’t seem to be affecting us too much. But once we turned back east the bitter cold wind was in our face and stealing any chance I had at breathing. That coupled with the up hill was too much to keep the pace. I had to take 3 short walk breaks and by the 3rd one I waved Mark on and told him to finish strong without me.
This wasn’t the sub 30 minute race I had hoped for but it also wasn’t a “perfect racing day.” In all I am happy with my performance today. It was cold and tough.
I’m not sure what my official time was but when I crossed the finish the clock said: 32:08 - an almost 3 minute PR. I’m pretty happy about that.
My average pace was 10:39 minutes/mile. This race, while not my A Goal, may me think that I can definitely reach my A Goal with a little more work.
The upset of the day was Mark. He was worried that he would be hurting towards the end. In reality the opposite was true. He was my rabbit through the whole race keeping my moving and then at the end finished strong ahead of me. He said that he had fun and I am definitely going to try to talk him into another race!
And in celebration {and because this was a date} we went out for breakfast at a favorite spot, One Man Band. I refueled with eggs for protein and a scone for carbs. Fried bread dough has to be the best form of carbs. And slather that in honey butter – made in heaven.












