The weekend with the fam was a good one! We stayed downtown Saturday night, and had some good eats at Giordano’s. There was over an hour wait, but my dad loves deep dish when he comes to visit, so we toughed it out. As we were waiting, we watched the end of the Kansas game- LOVE that they got knocked out. (Can I hear an amen?)There were actually quite a few cheers in the bar at about this time… so that’s awesome! Yes, while we’re on the subject, Mizzou lost yesterday. We didn’t really even show up for the game at all. But we also weren’t ranked number one in the tournament and our name isn’t “The University of Kansas”. That would just be unfortunate.
The next morning, we were at Grant Park bright and early… It rained/snowed/was crappy all Saturday, so I was so happy that there was only a little something in the air that actually stopped before the race. We met up with my cousin Niki and then my parents headed their way and we headed ours. I was actually in a different corral than Niki, so we ended up going our seperate ways as well.
I was in Corral C of the first wave. I had never been in a race this big (I believe there were approximately 26,000 who actually ran), and couldn’t believe how crowded together we all were. Finally, we started to move. I swear, it was like we were being herded through like cattle… It was a little ridiculous!
And we were off. My leg wasn’t feeling 100%, but I wasn’t about to back out (we’ll see if this was a detrimental decision later). My first two miles were not good. I was close to a 9-minute mile for both of them. I couldn’t find my pace and as crowded as we all were, it was not working out well. Passing was quite an issue. And apologize for those few people I accidently elbowed. But it was rough- swerving every which way to get around everyone…
Into the third mile, I started feeling good about the pace I set. I knew I was making up a little time and I rode it out for the rest of the race. I wish I knew my exact splits while racing, but again forgot to set the sportsband when I started. It’s too small. I forget I have it on! Lame.
Yeah, that’s me with a handful of snacks. It may look somewhat selfish. But that was hardly the case- they were actually handing out boxes for people to stuff as much food as possible in them. I thought that was a little much… plus we were going to breakfast afterwards.
My official time was 42:36. I’m ok with that. I just wish those first two miles could have gotten a do over! And that my leg would be feeling better than it was at the time of the race. Right now it’s not feeling so hot. Did I push my luck? Yes. Am I going to pay for it? Maybe. I’m a little nervous about it. I planned to take a few days off after the race (I knew that there would be some kind of soreness/stiffness going on), but I didn’t think it would be as rough as it is. So yeah… I’m gonna have to figure that one out.
All in all, a good weekend and experience! I’m so glad my parents were able to come up to see me and watch. I know that they (and a lot of my friends) don’t always get my love of running, but at least it’s good to know they support it. That’s all I ask!
We went to a place called Eleven City Diner after the race for breakfast. Niki had found a few spots, but Yolk was completely packed with racers, so we hit the next one on the list. In true racer form, I had the “protein omelette” which was egg whites, chicken, mushrooms, and broccoli. It was yummy! After I got back home and my parents left, I snacked around all day- won’t lie about that one. Human garbage disposal. And Annie was kind enough to offer to fix dinner and wanted to catch up and also get a “race recap”.
After the long day and all the food, I had the best night’s sleep of all time. There’s no better way to kick off your Monday than being refreshed and ready to go!
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