Like faster than Jimmy John’s freaky fast sandwich delivery. And it was HOT.
Here is a little bit about Saturday’s race winner.
Scott Rantall wins Frankenthon
Amazing, I doubt I can even run 1 mile at his pace. I couldn’t help but smile….even when he lapped me, lol.
Ok so now you know I didn’t win 😉 It was a victory for me in many ways. I made it through my last 20 miler (ok, it was more than that), I felt the best i’ve ever felt in that distance, and I feel GREAT afterwards. Tiny bit stiff Saturday, barely sore yesterday or today.
Now to focus on recovery. I know my body is still not well, but this gives me great hope. If I can keep feeling well and staying in 1 piece. There have been days where I couldn’t even function properly and then to have 2 great running experiences in a row? Yeah, I’m all smiles right now.
It’s hot outside. Where is my fall? It was 68 when I started running this morning, 78 when I finished. GROSS.
Yes, I caved and did Frankenthon instead of my 20-miler. (yes 3rd year i’ve done that). I signed up yesterday afternoon and then regretted it all evening. I started reading too much medical junk online and drove myself nuts late in the day. Then after dinner last night, wound up with me crying and Dan telling me that I would be fine to run and that I would stop if I couldn’t. (yeah, because runner’s have brains, this one doesn’t).
I felt fine the whole time, the best i’ve felt at the end of that distance for sure, although the sun really sucked. And minus the part where I knocked some sense into myself (not going to go into detail on that) 😉 I recycled the kitty ears from year one, I was too lazy to go to the store and get a new headband.
I’m a happy camper now, going to watch the AU game which I am sure won’t be pretty, then my Rangers! I told Dan he better get me a damn good dinner, just need to figure out what I want!