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The Fourth Time is NOT the Charm. #GetLuckyMN 2017 Race Recap

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Tadalafil Tastylia orally disintegrating strips First stop, drop off the kids. Next stop, St. Paul to run my fourth consecutive Get Lucky Half Marathon. In actuality, this was my 5th Get Lucky in a row, but the first year, I ran the 7K in downtown Minneapolis. That one I don’t count.

كيف تربح المال من الإنترنت Last year, it was the unprecedented warmth that made the event a stand out. This year, it would seem, would be the unprecedented cold. Yeah…cold. In fact, dare I say, it was more uncomfortably cold than the Polar Dash on January 1! This was the kind of cold that settled deep into your bones. Plus the fact that the race began 15 minutes later than it was scheduled meant a quarter of an hour of standing around with temperatures barely in the teens. I was just about to the point where I was ready to snuggle up to the nearest guy at the starting line just to absorb some body heat.

https iqoption com promo ultimate man_it aff 169 We were told that all the barricades were not yet in place. The race venue was changed yet again this year. And I was a little miffed at myself for not taking a closer look at it before the run. Not that it really mattered. But, preparation was not my strong point for this run. I did everything so half assed, I’m surprised we even made it to the event at all.

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come guadagnare 7500 al mese According to my Runmeter, the race start was delayed 12 minutes, and the temperature was a dismal 10°. We were crammed into a stairwell of sorts at the start line. This made me glad I started way up front. But the twists and turns to get out of the stadium were enough to make me slightly nauseous, followed by a  downhill jaunt to get to the riverfront (this told me that the final few yards were regretfully going to be uphill). I had no idea where we were headed. I just kept an eye on the runners ahead of me for guidance. There were pacers, but I didn’t keep track of any of them. I just turned my audio book on and put blinders on for the entire 13.1 miles. I had my runmeter running, but my updates turned down, so I hadn’t a clue how fast I was running, or how slow, for that matter. I just ran.

الخيارات الثنائية إشارات الموالية مراجعة 2015 It didn’t take me too long to recover from standing around in the cold. Everything above my ankles was in pretty good shape.

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I passed by all the water stops knowing I had water in my belt but I had no thirst whatsoever. And, I had no desire to fuel at the halfway point. I don’t know if this was because I didn’t want to take my windproof mittens off to fish it out of my pouch, or if I just didn’t care. To be honest, I believe it was the latter.

Besides, the fluids in my water bottles were now frozen. I could get them opened if I wanted to. Oy…

I played catch up and retreat with a few runners for the final six miles. But by the final 3, I had lost them all. We caught up to the runners and walkers of the other two distances running that morning; the 14K and the 7K. At the turnaround of the 14K, the traffic was minimal, but the contestants in the 7K were nothing short of a human bottleneck. I remember reading on the event website, the plea made to the walkers of the 7K to “KEEP TO THE RIGHT” for the sake of those running the other events. Apparently, no one else read that plea. It was serpentine…weaving through the crowds… the entire final 2 miles of the run. I swear it turned 2 miles into 4. To make matters worse, once we entered the stadium for our final trot to the finish, there was nothing but wall to wall people being stuffed through a 10 foot wide finish line funnel. NOT fun. I was so cold and uncomfortable and THIRSTY, I didn’t care. I just pushed my way through.

Pushing my way through the bottleneck.

Still, it cut a minute or two off my time. My garmin was dead, and I turned off my runmeter. It said something a little over 1:45:00. Good enough! I kept plowing ahead, just wanting to find my husband and get the heck out of there.

They shuffled us up and out of the stadium. This meant walking UP stadium stairs after running a brutal 13.1. miles. I emerged where the half marathon medals were being handed out, and managed to swipe an extra for Delaney. Then I spied the beer truck and considered grabbing a frosty one for my husband. But the line was long, and I was cold. I texted him and he told me he’d meet me at the entrance.

All done! Metal earned…

Somehow we found each other. All the while, I was trying to open my hydration bottles with no luck whatsoever. They were frozen shut. After he snapped my finish photo, he said they were handing out snack packs and water a little further down and I should just grab a bottle of water there. In fact, he had already grabbed a snack pack for himself, God love him.

The crowds were more than thick, and getting through was a chore in itself. I managed, though, and even spotted him waiting for me outside the stadium. We didn’t waste a stitch of time. He threw his coat over my shoulders. I was so blessed cold.

The walk seemed longer back to the car than it did earlier that morning in the opposite direction. By the time we reached the parking garage, my fingers were frozen and beginning to burn like my feet did earlier that morning. Still, I stripped down, put the dry clothes on, and we worked to warm up my hands while heating the car up, before heading out of town.

What a catastrophe for Team Ortho. I feel kind of bad for them. There was just no understanding as to how the event would end with such a bottleneck with the staggered starts. Too many people in a tight space all at once. Bummer. Good thing I didn’t much care. For me, it was just another run. And I was happy this one was over.

We had to make a few stops on the way home. I just sat in the warm car. This made it far worse to get out when we arrived home. In fact, walking at all the next few days was quite a chore. Was it the cold? Was it because I overtrained? Or is it because I’m just getting old. Yeah. Probably all three factored into this equation.

Race Results

Seeing I ended up first in my age group was a bonus. Who would have believed it. I ran pretty quickly, in fact. I was quite shocked to see my average pace just over 8:00 per mile. No wonder I was so darn sore.

I’m still recovering, in fact. Over a week later. I feel like I did after I ran my very first half marathon. I haven’t been this sore in years after a run. Just goes to show you…what, I don’t know. But it just goes to show you.

I did get my Manhattan that night. Sometimes, that makes it all worthwhile.

Time to move on. Recovery’s a bitch. So is winter in Minnesota.

Yup. Time to move on.

Was I Ready to Get Lucky?

These days, I’m not as anal about running events as I used to be. In fact, it is safe to say the thrill is gone. More than likely it is because I haven’t been thrilled about my running.

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Hey! What a novel idea! Let’s write a race recap on the actual day that the race was run! This is something I used to do as a novice blogger. But now, finding the time to do it after running the race is a struggle.

Or perhaps it is just because I’m lazy.

No matter.

Where do we go from here? And a #RunTheBoom #Fitsok Winner!

This post was written for publication last Sunday. I thought it better to post it as is rather than edit it to the present day.

Where do we go from here?

As of today, I’m quite impressed at how I’ve been able to recover from Grandma’s Marathon. It seems like this time around, it was a bit easier. Boston, by far, seemed like a more taxing race recovery wise. It could be because I just forced myself to get out there the day after Grandma’s and keep moving, albeit slow as molasses. I probably could have done the same after Boston….if I weren’t hungover, and if we didn’t have to spend the day traveling home.

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This year, for the 4th of July, I’m going to do something a little different. I’m going to run half marathon. Ever since I ran the Mississippi 10-Miler on my 50th birthday, my perspective has changed a little bit about holidays and special days, in general. It seems to me that on days like these, you should be doing something that you really love to do. I really love to spend time with family and friends if the opportunity is available, but I really love to run as well. And if the remainder of the day is meant to be spent with family and friends, eating and drinking, and sometimes partying hardily, it makes sense that a morning run is the best way to start the day.