My relay race was on Saturday and I am so happy I did it! It took a lot of training for me but I conquered that sucker even better than I expected. I told our team captain to expect a 12:30/mile. Instead:
Hot damn! Thought process:
Mile 1: Wait, did she just say 11:19? GOOD GOD, WOMAN, SLOW DOWN!
Mile 2: Um, seriously, self? Slow down more! You're going to die at mile 4!
Mile 3: We are still way ahead of schedule here. You can walk, you know.
Mile 4: 12 something. Ok, self, better. Maybe you'll survive this thing. Actually this feels pretty good.
Mile 5: Dammit, woman, slow your roll!
Mile 6: Holy crap we're almost done? And we're still rocking it?
Mile 7: Dude. I don't know what just happened, but I LIKE IT.
Thankfully, my teammates were at the transition point early enough despite my poor (but awesome) pace calculations.
The only issue I had was food. We didn't start until 8:40, so I ate a little more than normal before the run, but after I'm done I usually want food. They only had bananas at the transition points, but I had a breakfast bar in my bag so I ate that and the banana. I was still really hungry, though. We went to the next couple of transition points and by then I figured I could eat at the halfway point (the other brewery on the brewery-to-brewery route), but when we got there they only had a BBQ food truck outside. Not cool for a vegetarian. So we handed off the baton to our other teammates in car #2 and headed back to the start line. I got some food, took a shower, and met up with everyone for the finish line party.
This is us minus our final runner who had vanished somewhere.
Now I think I'm going to sign up for the Thanksgiving Day 10K ... I'm trained for it so when's a better time to do it than now?