I'm still trying to wrap my head around my race this past weekend. It was good, bad & ugly.
I finished in 3:45:30 which is a 4 minute PR as well as my Boston Qualifying time.
I ran the first 19 miles with my running peeps.
The 3:45 pacer coming up on me at mile 25ish and dragging my ass to the end.
I left nothing on the course.
Team Rogue on the sidelines at end screaming for me- trust me I heard you!
My coaches and friends on streets throughout the race screaming with encouragement.
I was cold.
I missed my goal of 3:39 for the second time.
Mile 18ish realizing it was NOT my day.
Blurry vision from mile 20 on.
I think I might have bonked. Still processing.
Absolutely no control over my legs in the final 10k. I've never been here before.
Frozen hands, i.e. dysfunctional.
So, the good out weighs the bad and I get to continue training with my peeps in the spring as we get ready to tackle Boston in April;-)