At the very end of the race there is a giant uphill climb, and then another several hundred feet to run, and meanwhile you can see the race clock quickly ticking time off as you run toward it, huffing and puffing from the hill. I'm still waiting for them to post the stats to see my final time; I know I didn't beat my personal record, but I think I came close-ish (meanwhile, a woman running with a small dog and a ten-year-old boy both beat me by quite a stretch: way to make me feel like a winner, guys.). Perhaps the real triumph was simply how much I was looking forward to running on Wednesday night. After taking a couple days off beforehand, I couldn't wait to run off the extra energy, and I was definitely pumped up by the fact I had so many great and generous supporters. We were a small group overall (maybe 150 runners?), but that made it special, and even kind of community-like.
I still don't necessarily love running, but having been doing it consistently for over a month now, I feel less intimidated by it. And since I live next to one of the best parks in the world, there's no excuse not to keep it up.
|Note my fancy DuskBuster wristband!|