Jackrabbit Run 4 Hope

Ahh yes...race day. Here is my report:

Copperas Cove, TX- 73 degrees, cloudy, and humid as hell. It was great running weather.

Distance: 10K (6.2 miles)

Finishing Time: 51'13"

Placed: 1st (female, age group 25-29).

Report:
It was awesome. Matt (pulled a hamstring and couldn't run) and I drove the route the night before to size it up. There was a nice decline at the start, that lead into a steep hill (about 1K long)... Many people passed me up at the gun... but, I caught them because they burned themselves down that first hill. I was one of very few that managed to make it up the very hard climb without walking. I just kept it up as well as I could. I hit 1 mile just under 8 minutes... Mile 2 was more difficult. After that hill, we were atop a nice plateau so most of the next 3 miles was flat. I tried to keep my pace around 8 minutes... and I managed. A young girl (about 15), and an older man (about 60) were right with me through the flat parts of the run. Around mile 4, I grabbed some water, and took a bit in through my wind wipe, causing some choking. I didn't stop; I caught my breath and kept on. However, the runners I stayed with most of the run managed to get some distance between us. In the last kilometer or so there was a very big decline. It was hard pounding down the hill. It hurt! A much lighter woman passed me coming down. I hit the bottom, saw the finish line, and gave it everything I had left over. Boy was I tired.

It was nice to complete that run, and see my time as the winner in my age group. I was only a few minutes behind the overall female at 47'50"... which, ironically, is close to my PB for the 10K (no hills involved).

Now, I just need to work on my hill attack!
Here are some photos courtesy of Matthew.

Coming down the first stretch of road... mile 1

Rounding the first turn... sizing up the competition.

Coming down the last hill...

Heading toward the finish line!

Finally done... dripping wet! It was so humid.

Receiving a medal for 1st place.


and, back at home with my Zora... time for a nap.

Dog doors, huges bitches, and the lovely Lola and Holly

I had a pretty good weekend. I hung out with my sister, Alena, on Friday night. That was cool. I hadn't seen her in months. It was just a shame that Jayel wasn't there... it was her b-day... and her anniversary, and she was stuck in El Paso. :( Anyway, it was really nice to get to talk to Alena. She seems to have had some life changes that I'm sorry I missed. I'm sorry I wasn't there to talk to her, and help her through things. I was being an asshole. We both avoided talking, but that's done now, thank god. She seems happy, and that makes me happy.

So, I need to elaborate on a previous post... The thing I hate most about the human race you ask? Most of us are unreliable. I'm certain that I'm guilty of this also, but I think I show when it counts most. Who knows, I could be wrong. An outside observer is always best in these situations; they seem to see you better than you see yourself. Anyway, Yvonne just moved into a new house about a month or so ago, and her dogs (big dogs) just moved in last week. She's been having to scrap working out on her lunch break to let them out to pee... well, we just had to do something about that, eh? She was supposed to have a "guy" friend help her put in a dog door. Well, he didn't show, nor did he call to say he wasn't going to show. So... being the empowered chics we are, we decided to do this ourselves. We had a door, and a dog door... we just needed tools. Here's where Alena comes back into the picture... I called her and said, "have you got a jig saw, and a drill?" Of course she did. She's Alena. So, we borrowed some tools (from a chic, by the way), and we put that fucking door in ourselves! We didn't need no stinking MAN! HA! We had a very empowered weekend.

So, on Saturday we went downtown... I know that, next to Yvonne and Sandra, I'm pretty tall looking. I mean on my own, I'm tall, but next to them, I'm GIGANTOR! So, at one point, walking through the warehouse district, we heard someone say, "That's a big bitch!" Ha... it was funny.
One more thing, Lola and Holly... lovely ladies. We were "with" them this weekend. Those chics were hot!

ROAR mutha fuckas!

So, women go to restrooms in pairs... we do this for many reasons. One reason is to hold our girl's hair back in case she must vomit. Well, we also hold one another's hair back when we use power tools!! Today, Yvonne and I, put in a dog door in her back room. That's right, bitches! We borrowed my SISTER'S power tools... mapped out a path, drilled some holes, used a jig saw to cut a hole in the door, and screwed that bitch in... no men necessary.

ROAR!!!!