I ran a Turkey Trot, yesterday, in the park. My time was slow, but it was enough for 2nd female. As for a RR, there isn't much to report. I ran 4.5 miles to the event. Instead of a nice easy jog, I was rushing, so I pushed a little. I arrived at the event with zero time to spare. A timing person actually had to find me in line to get my bib number. With a quick look around, I realized that my turkey aspiration would be thwarted by the UCLA running team. What in the heck is the UCLA running team doing at this little event, I had no idea? When we started, I took off too fast, but I felt like, "What the heck?" The UCLA girl took off. I stayed with her for about 1/2 mile. Eventually, she was gone and I was left with no women in front of me and none behind me. I was going to be second female and clearly nothing was going to change that, so I spotted a young teenage boy and tried to keep with him. The course was two loops with two hills. On one of the hills I caught up with him and tried to encourage him. It worked at first. He put some distance between us and kept it for about another 1/2 mile. Then, I started gaining on him again. I told him that he couldn't let up, because if he did I was going to beat him, and he only had one more hill. He looked at me and said, "I can't," and he slowed up. I figured that fight was over. I had no one else to race, so I just ran as fast as I could to the finish. As it turned out, the young man finished quite close to me. After he peaked the hill that was killing him, he probably got a second wind and took off. It is good that I had no one to race, because toward the end, I was feeling a little light headed.
After the race, a parent was talking to me about the Boston Marathon and a local reporter overheard. She interviewed me as a participant and had her photographer take my picture watching the kids race.
Here is the article.
The 4.5 mile run home was quite tough. Everything hurt--My toes, my abs, even my right leg. Ugh..
