Remember I said I wasn’t sleeping well? Apparently this weekend has been on my mind a lot more than I expected!
When J came to bed last night, a good 3 hours after me, I asked him what the results were…
G: What are the results?
J: What are you talking about
G (clearly sleeping):What are the results?!?!
G: TO THE RACE YOU IDIOT. WHAT ARE THE RESULTS TO THE RACE.
Apparently I am a mean sleep talker…. After he refreshed my memory, I have no idea what I was dreaming about I remember that conversation. I also remember being so annoyed he didn’t understand me and that quickly turning into me being really embarrassed because I didn’t understand me.
I look terrified. Either someone jumped out of a bush and scared me or I just sharted…one of the two.
The finish line….Why is my jaw just hanging open. Every picture taken
in the last 2 miles look the same.
Apparently when you bonk you lose all control of your face…all of it
And one more example of a lifeless jaw. I am apparently really sad at mile 18 too.
I keep going back and looking at the results hoping there was a HUGE error and acccctually, the course was too long and the 26.2 miles I ran got me qualified. Ha.
18/116 age group 25-29 women
I am also agonizing over my splits.
I like the way that looks! even around mile 20/21 I was nice and strong……
ok I am done now.