It occurred to me the other night that I didn’t post my splits, from the Florida Beach Halfathon – I know some people are totally uninterested in what I ran each mile in. It’s really not that interesting, but I always enjoy looking at other people’s splits.
I’m a little hesitant to post them for this race though: I kind of feel like, if I post them, then my race recap makes me look like a big whiner..which I am, I don’t deny that, because I am a whiner, but that doesn’t mean that my race wasn’t as hard as I said it was.
I never said that I had a slow race; I said that I had a hard race, and that I didn’t feel great.
There they are, in all their glory. The splits aren’t bad, but they weren’t what I was aiming for at all.
Oh well. As I said before, I don’t care.
if this face doesn’t say, “I’m over it” then I don’t know what does.
Thanks to Tony for these gems:
I chased that lady in the pink sports bra for 13 miles. When we were in the parking lot headed for the finish line I finally caught her. I said, “I’ve been chasing you for 13 miles, don’t slow down now” She said that her 50 yr old hip was bothering her. 50 y/o and rockin’ the sports bra & spandex shorts..she’s my hero!
My race pictures always crack me up. I am so serious when I run – most of the time. There is the occasional picture of me cracking a smile, or fist pumping, or waving my hands in the air, but most of the time I have a dirty scowl on my face.
That’s all I can find right now – I don’t feel like digging for race pictures anymore.
Do you “pose” for pictures when you see the race photographer, or do you pretend they don’t exist and keep on w/ your cranky face?
Obviously I do both. It really depends on what kind of mood I’m in.