Oh my, did I ever have lessons to take away from this puppy.
First, I learned that I am not a fan of heat, humidity and hills. The three Hs of Hell. Frickin' A. I never run outside in the heat, and we just don't have humidity in Colorado. And in order to find a hill to train on, I have to actually drive.into.the.mountains. Needless to say, this wasn't my greatest performance. But in reality, I wasn't trying to set any land speed records. I had some moments of doubt about even finishing, due to feeling pretty nauseous and fainty. But that was close to the end, so I finished. The best part, hands down, was the ending mud pit. It was cool, compared to the oppressive heat. Plus, I mean, who doesn't love to get filthy?
|Me (on the right) and my soulmate Bobbi Jo, the aftermath|
Second, I learned that I am doing the comparison thing in my head NON-STOP. I couldn't seem to stop the annoying conversation in my head. Am I fatter than that girl? I look like a giant lardo compared to the two other girls I'm running with. Do I look like that? Why can't I look like THAT?
Third, I learned that nothing, and I mean nothing, feels as good as that shower did today. Holy moly was I dirty. It took some major scrubbing to get my feet clean.
Fourth, I learned that this was hard. Way harder than I expected. What this means is that I will not get talked into a much longer version of this sort of thing by my crazy-ass brother. No f-ing way.
|My crazy-ass brother, bravehearting it|
Fifth, I learned that I want to do more races with my brother. Even tho he runs nearly literally twice as fast as me. It's just a fun bonding experience.
Ok, I'm off to try and not over-analyze all the pics, to determine how terrible I look. :D