I'm really not known for having the best pre-race nutrition regimens. In the past I've ate fried oreos, drank beer, and inhaled massive amounts of barbeque in the days leading up to races. Yet again, I've chosen to inflict pain on my stomach during 13.1 miles. This time by downing some infamous Skyline Chili:
There was a good chance of thunderstorms on Sunday morning, but thankfully it held off long enough for us to have perfect running weather. Lindsey (who ran Race #4 with me) and I woke up at the butt crack of dawn to run:
|With my jacket and her laces there's no way we are getting lost!|
We had gone out to the area the day before to scope out the race course. It was a whole lotta this:
You kind of just had to pretend that the massive fields of corn and soy beans were big crowds cheering for you. We crossed into Indiana at mile 5, but honestly, without the "Welcome to Indiana" banner you wouldn't have known.
|We had to be extra happy and excited to make up for the grumpy lady next to us. Maybe she was just super focused. She probably finished an hour before us. haha|
Since I've was a total slacker when it came to training for this race, my goal was just to walk no more than twice. I only walked once, so I'm glad I hit that goal, but not exactly happy with my time. It was nice to cross the finish line together at 2:18:22, but Lindsey and I both wanted to PR this mostly flat, perfect weather, out and back course. Fortunately for us we each have more fall races to accomplish that.
|That face says "this is when I regret eating those 14 cream puffs"|
Some cruel race course designer put a massive hill in with .2 miles left to go in the race, but we finished strong and promptly ate massive Jimmy John sandwiches...yumm!
Aside from the race we also got to visit a pumpkin patch, a farmer's market, and a small Oktoberfest event:
|I swear I looked between the Okra and the Peppers and I did not find any half marathon runners.|
|I seriously contemplated bringing this back on the plane with me. Pumpkin guts aren't considered liquid are they? Either way that is definitely less than 3 oz.|
|Too bad this was the night before the race and we couldn't actually drink those beers.|
And obviously races wouldn't be races without fro-yo:
|My topping to fro-yo ratio might be a little unbalanced.|