With that knowledge I had a bit of a hard time motivating myself…. I’d probably have skipped the race had it not been for the kids and the tradition… Since I love them both… my kids and the fact that a couple of teenage girls would want to get up on Thanksgiving morning to go do a race with their old dad… we signed up and got the T-shirt.
Just after the national anthem (man I have a real hard time with folks who mill about while our anthem is being played) I tossed my shirt over a tree branch and started to slip up the line as close to the front as I could get… I didn’t get too far before the cannon boomed…
The race itself was, for me, more like a tempo run… I tried to stay relaxed in the early miles… with the plan being to turn it up a notch and finish strong… which is the exact opposite of the way I tend to race. The plan worked… nice and smooth for the first handful of miles… knocking off 7:4x… funny thing tho…. As I tried to pick up the pace… I began to tire… my head said go 7:30 pace… my legs said 8… we compromised at 7:45.
End result was a 1:42 half… no too bad.
Even passed a guy in one of the ugly race shirts in the final turn.
Looking like a cooked turkey
After the race we drove home and packed the car for our trip to Grandma’s house… our part was Broccoli casserole that I cooked the night before and frying the turkey (yes we fry everything here in the South)
Once packed I hopped on my mountain bike and rode the 16 miles over to their house… my daughter followed later in the car. I had the rare experience of a whole ride with a tailwind and made it there in less than an hour… even with tired legs.
Rode 45 or so… about half of which with one of the local groups…
I got to Hannah Park about the time they opened the gate and 2 hours later I had ridden most of the trails there crashed 5 times including one endo! And run 3 miles.
In the woods
At noon we picked up Judi from the airport (the highlight of the weekend)
Sunday: (long run day)
Got a bit of a late start but as Judi put it:
“I have 20 miles in my brain and that’s what I want to do”
in action self portrait
So we ran… From Jax beach… South to Mickler’s landing in St Johns County… back north through Sawgrass… then North for a couple of miles… and finally a quick out and back to even it off at 20. Not pretty but well done. Judi had cramping issues but fought through like a champ.