Sunday, November 18, 2012

In Which the Moo Cow Rocks the Philly Marathon

Let's just say the morning didn't start out perfectly. The "continental breakfast" and "line of taxis" promised by our ghet-to hotel in downtown Philly turned out to be "a pile of apples and oranges" and "sporadic taxis."

My get-up for the race

I got to the race staging area a mere twenty minutes before the race was to start, hungry from not having eaten breakfast. I was still in line for the ever-marvelous and odor-free Port-o-Potty when the gun went off. So I started the Philadelphia Marathon 23 minutes after the race began.

No matter. I felt good. The weather was perfect; the course was pretty. I saw my Team in Training coaches at Mile 1, Rayne and baby Henry at Mile 2.

My little cheer squad

Then there was basically no one until mile 20, when one of my coaches spotted me and ran a few minutes. I was running with Team Lemon, so I was wearing a yellow shirt instead of the usual (and ubiquitous) Team in Training purple. So my teammates didn't recognize me along the course.

Still no matter.

Around Mile 21 I was so hungry my stomach was actually growling.

STILL. NO. MATTER.

I finished in 4:49:53 (11:03 minute/mile average pace). That's a 22 MINUTE (and 13 seconds, because every second counts!) PERSONAL RECORD over my time in the San Diego Marathon in June 2006.

Coming up on Mile 26


Today's post was brought to you by Gatorade, Power Gel (Tangerine with 2X caffeine), Gu (Tri-Berry), tons of Body Glide, the random bite of brownie from a complete stranger that got me through mile 19 and the Letter S, for:

SUCK IT (again) SKINNY, IN SHAPE, WELL RESTED, BABY-LESS 31-YEAR-OLD ME. 
I'M FASTER THAN YOU!



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