I was a little annoyed at this race. I was ready for running season to be over and this was in the way. I never really considered not signing up, but I was still annoyed at having to do it. I knew that beating my 3M time was unlikely, so I just decided to go out there and get it done and not worry about my time. What I wanted was to run with Tracy. She was doing the full, but we could run together for 10 miles before splitting up. We didn't find each other at the start of White Rock or 3M and I missed running with her! I told her that I would run her pace while we were together and then I'd see what I had left for the last 3 hilly miles.
We drove together and stuck together like glue before the race. We were in the portopotties on 3rd street when the gun went off. Perfect timing if you ask me. We merged in to the mass of humanity walking towards the start line and saw some of the fireworks - it was nice to have them in front of us this year instead of behind like last year.
At the mile 7 water stop we both needed to refill our water bottles, but didn't have a good plan for getting back together. The same thing happened last year. Only this time we really lost each other. Neither of us knew if the other was ahead or behind. I waited and didn't see her. I ran a little, found Julie roving on her bike, and she said she hadn't seen Tracy. I waited some more. No Tracy. I started running again. Around mile 8 at Austin High I passed my family and they said Tracy was about a minute ahead of me. I picked up the pace to try to catch her, but slowed to get up Veteran's Drive. I was going to need some energy for the Enfield hills. If I had to run the rest of the way alone that was ok. I passed some of our awesome Trizones Cowbell Corp who told me that I was only 30 seconds behind her. But I just couldn't catch her.
I was almost at the split when I heard from behind "Little Pam!!!" Tracy had stopped for a free portopotty and saw me pass by just when she emerged. So mere feet before the split we got to hug and say goodbye and wish each other good luck. And then I was alone. And I was really glad that I was not running the marathon. No regrets.
As I predicted, with 3.1 miles to go, I knew I wouldn't beat my 3M time. I just ran it on out. I hated the hill on Enfield past Lamar. I did not appreciate the last hill on San Jacinto and thought about how the marathoners would feel at that point. I turned the corner onto Congress and picked it up for the finish line. Jeff and my parents were in the chute waving to me. My time - 2:10:11. Not the fastest of my 6 1/2 marathons, and not the slowest.
And now I plan on enjoying my two weeks of downtime before I switch my focus to cycling!