Later as in…much later

Let me see if my phone still has pics of the crutial event…

Oh yeah here’s one.

Here’s another.
Dam I hate typing from my phone.

So. .08. How oh how do I justify that?! Especially since it was 4 min slower than my July marathon?!
Well I guess when you get semi “injured 6 weeks out” and your hearts not in it from the get go that’s how. I arrived day of just not in the mood. At. All.


I don’t know if you can tell from the photos that I don’t want to be there but I didn’t. Those crazy broads in the pics were great cheerleaders. I mean great!



Even with all that I just wasn’t in the mood. It was cold, semi rainy at times, and super windy at mile 12-14 and 21-25 (my pace slowed between 15 and 60 seconds per mile-no shit, I confirmed this with other runners and Garmin). It was intensely desolate and lonley. I tried to dig deep but I just didn’t care. I knew I probably wasn’t going to make it or it would be super close and that in itself bugged the shit out of me. I saw my girls the last mile and we were all confused on the time but they made me run hard. Shannon jumped in and ran with me and I think the last mile was like 8:10 pace and that was with me trying but also not giving a fuck. I didn’t want to let anyone down. Anyway. Missed BQ again by eight seconds this time. My Garmin said 26.4 miles too and that course was pretty dam straight. I came in 3rd in my AG and won a beer mug. There were only about 200 runners. The race director asked me why I was upset an I told him I missed BQ by 8 seconds. It was a strange moment lets put it at that. I left with a bad taste in my mouth.
So there you have it. Number 5 in the books and second real attempt at BQ.


Since the marathon I’ve run maybe 7-10 times this month and the break from running has been great! My knee is starting to feel more normal and I’ve been doing weights with a trainer, spin, elliptical and a really cool swim class. So I’m not a complete sloth but it feels good to chill out for a bit. Man as I get older it takes longer and longer to recover. I am not a fan of injury so I always choose time off over pushing it. I’m too dam old to royally F up my body. It’s a fine line we all try to walk I suppose.
Wow. Feels good to get this post out of the way because soon I can divulge the really exciting news that has been brewing!
Thanks for continuing to read this trash. It’s a tad cheesy to have a blog but I also secretly love it. Kinda like admitting you really enjoy Kraft Mac and Cheese. It’s all good. No judging.

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