|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|
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!