The first thing I noticed (not new knowledge) is that I am extremely quick to compare myself to everyone around me (I've talked to so many college girls over the years, and this seems to be an almost universal female condition. I had kind of thought I had grown out of it). For example, Jamey dropped me off at the starting line about 30 minutes before the race began, and I sat there for about a half an hour thinking things like, "Wow, she's wearing a really cool wicking shirt. I probably won't beat her," and, "Wow, she shouldn't be wearing shorts with all of that cellulite. I bet I can beat her." This just shows what I know....I came in just ahead of the woman wearing the wicking shirt and well behind cellulite-woman.
At about mile 5, we went under the freeway and right at the side of the course was the biggest snake skin I've ever seen just laying there beside the road! It was all I could do not to bend down and pick it up and take it along with me - must be a residual instinct from my days as homeschooler extraordinaire. It was a treasure. But fortunately I realized how bizarre I would have looked running 8 miles carrying a snake skin, or with it draped around my neck, and I just passed it by (I seriously thought about having Jamey drive back past it on the way home, but by then I was tired).
Here's the funny thing that happened (well, I was amused, anyway). When I run I listen to my ipod shuffle. I never know what song is going to come on next, so it makes it more fun for me. My very favorite song, "24" by Switchfoot, came on at mile 11, so I listened to it three times in a row. But then I thought I should let it move on, and finish to a different song. So I kind of wondered what kind of song would come on to appropriately guide me to the finish line. And it was...."I'm Not Alright" by Sanctus Real. Classic! Because at mile 12 1/2, I pretty much wasn't alright.
Overall, I had a great time training for the race, and besides my foot starting to really hurt at about mile 10, I had fun running. It's good to know I can do it (and if I can do it, I'm pretty sure anyone else can, too. Except Max, the dog. He can't go more than 6 miles).
Next year I am going to see if Jamey and I can make it a date. Then we can ice our old feet together - how romantic!