Sunday Raceday

As I've mentioned before, I now have to run 4-5 mile recovery runs on Sundays. I am also part of NYRR and need to run 8 races this year to qualify for the NYC marathon next year. So I have been combining my Sunday recovery runs with NYRR Sunday 4 mile races. I am SO efficient.

• Problem is, I hate racing.
• Other problem is, the 4 miles course is the same each week. Cat hill the first mile, somewhat flat the second mile, then 3 evil freaking hills the third mile, then downhill.
• ANOTHER problem is, I am not a fast runner. I am not a racer. I think I am more endurance and distance, at a nice, easy pace.
• All these runners start out, they push, they shove, they zig zag...and then they reach the hills and they walk. Sooooo tempting to run by and make faces or mean comments. But I don't (I need to save my air for more important things, like breathing).
• So I ran my race. Yvette, Geline and Mike were there to cheer me on at the end.
• I got a little over-zealous towards the end as I picked up my pace to cross the finish line.
• I realized I was going too fast, but I was so close, I couldn't slow down.
• My stomach did I huge roll over and I didn't know if I was going to throw up or poop my pants. I kept going.
• Luckily, neither happened.
• I walked it off, ate a bagel and some water and felt better.

Run on poopy pants, run on.