This past weekend, I ran the Kiawah Island 1/2 Marathon. Had no real nerves about it at all, and did an EXCELLENT job with tapering (a.k.a. stopped running altogether around mid-November when I came down with the Strep or whatever). So I kind of went into it blindly, with my most hopeful goal being just to finish somewhere in the 3-hour range.
Perfect weather - 50's I think, overcast. The course was fast and flat. I felt GREAT in my four areas of sense when it comes to running: Legs, Lungs, Head & Heart. The first 6 miles were a breeze. I listened to Kelly Clarkson on repeat the entire time. It wasn't until around mile 9 that my legs started to twitch a little, like I had Barbie Doll legs that could be taken out and placed to the side, put back in later. I did a lot of walk breaks miles 9 - 13.1. But I finished in an all-out SPRINT once the "13" mile marker sign was in view. My CHIP time was 2:42:16, and I'll take that, considering my lack of decent preparation. It was an awesome run, and I will certainly be doing this one again.
Next up: Charleston 1/2 Marathon - Saturday Jan 14th
OH WAIT. So to explain the title of this posting, I simply lost all logic when getting dressed for this race. I think I was just more concerned with wearing something cute than with remembering the pitfalls of running for hours on end. I wore a green cotton long sleeve shirt and light grey cotton yoga pants. WHA???!!! Hello. ZERO moisture wicking going on. Total swussy and swass-crack that did not even dawn on me until like mile 10. I was passing people and leaving them in the dust simply so they wouldn't have the prolonged misfortune of having to see THAT. Seriously - worst race wardrobe selection EVER.
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