It was so cold. Notice, the people in the background, they're covered in warm clothes. I knew I was going to get hot running, so I wore my normal cold weather run gear.
I wore my Garmin, because I wasn't expecting any mile markers, and I was correct (plus, I wear that thing everywhere I run). My foot handled pretty well, but my knee gave my major issues. I had to walk some of the race. My entire body wanted more, expect my knee. I'll baby it (and my foot, just in case) this week, and see how it handles at next weekends race.
At this point, I was in so much pain, you could see it in my face. I just wanted to stop. I kept going and crossed. It felt so good to run up and down hills. My knee didn't bother me, until I ran on a flat road (which was majority of the race).

After I crossed the finish line, I checked my Garmin. It read 44 minutes (even). I wasn't expecting a good time or anything. Then, I checked the miles...3.68 miles. These people couldn't even get the miles right. For a race, you should be able to at least get the miles right. Oh well, I still had fun. My supportive hubby came a long and took the pictures for me. He suffered through the cold, so the least I could do was to share my free breakfast. I'm never hungry right after a race (maybe 20 minutes afterwards).
After I crossed the finish line, I checked my Garmin. It read 44 minutes (even). I wasn't expecting a good time or anything. Then, I checked the miles...3.68 miles. These people couldn't even get the miles right. For a race, you should be able to at least get the miles right. Oh well, I still had fun. My supportive hubby came a long and took the pictures for me. He suffered through the cold, so the least I could do was to share my free breakfast. I'm never hungry right after a race (maybe 20 minutes afterwards).