Time: 114:02
Mood: Ouch
Well, today was the marathon-turned-10K. I haven't exactly been "training" well lately. I haven't run 6 miles since I stopped marathon training two months ago. Needless to say, it was a rude awakening for my lil legs. My brother, on the other hand, is a running stud. He knocked out the marathon in 3:38. Most of his splits were in the low 7s. He started slowing down toward the end because of a knee thing (and I use the term "slowing down" vaguely - because he was still hitting about an 8 split).
When I finished we were herded into a corral like cattle, and it took me 20 minutes just to get out of the fenced-in area. Not only that, but no spectators were allowed down to see people finish, so noone saw me. Which would have been helpful to know when I was booking it up that last hill. I could have relaxed! I kid, I kid.
After I met up with Scott, we went in search of mom, dad and Cathrine who were watching Bobby around the mall. By the time we walked over there (note: from Iwo Jima to the mall after running 6 miles = sore stems), we had missed him. But Catherine got some good photos.
And now, the photoblog (thanks to Cathrine):
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| Trying to keep warm in our silly hats. |
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| Game face. |
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| There is no MCM 10K sign. So I act tough in front of the marathon sign. |
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| Hooray, Bobby finished! |
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| His medal is cooler. That's ok, I'm still excited. |
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| No really, it's an awesome medal. |
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| They smile. I'm legitimately wondering how he hit those splits. Low 7s. Nbd. |
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