by Mommy Hobbies
In my napsack stash
Before the race I kept this phrase in my head, “zen out”. I needed to zen myself out. It worked. I wasn’t completely calm, because you need your nerves, but I was focused and at ease.
When I saw the big spray painted letters on the ground telling me I was at 3 miles, I smiled because I felt really good. During the first 2 miles my nerves had been acting up making me worry whether or not I was running too slow. But I wasn’t.
Edging up on 3.5 miles there was a huge spray painted smiley face saying “It’s all downhill from here” and I ran like I was being chased…I used the hills to gain time. I wasn’t afraid to run pellmell. It was at the 5 mile mark that caught up with a lady, in a pink shirt, who I hadn’t seen since the beginning of the race.
My son Cylas was.