Grape Stomp: One year later

What a year it's been! This past Sunday marked our one year race-iversary (Rachel came up with the fabulous term and it's stuck!). April & I (with Rachel in spirit) ran the 10K portion of the race this year as a way to commemorate all that we've done. Going into this race, I just wanted to beat a PR from 8 years ago. It seemed silly to think about at first because a lot had happened in 8 years, mainly the fact that I was heavier, with 2 kids, and just a fraction of the time to train for this than I did for that one. But I so badly just wanted a better time. I wanted to really prove to myself and everyone else that I can run faster. 

I didn't really remember much of this race. As we got together afterwards for brunch, we all agreed that we were overwhelmed with excitement and nerves to remember anything but our finishes. The first noticeable difference was that registration was full. April technically didn't register to run it, but it wasn't like they were really strict about checking for bibs or chips. And the race occurred on a public trail so she would've joined me at any point in the race. The next big thing was that the forecast was incredibly different than last year. We're pretty sure it was warm then...but we had a huge storm brewing. It was forecasted to be wet & windy. Luckily, we only had the windy part as the rain came just after I crossed the finish line. 

We made our way to the starting line and I was so anxious to get this going. It really didn't help that they started all the races late. But we were off--and we snaked our way in and out of the walkers in front and to get out onto the trail itself. I knew I'd start off fast--heck I was with April! I also knew that I could slow her down if need be (maybe she'll chime in and let me down easy with when I did that). ;) Soon we passed mile 1...then the sprinting 5K'ers came yelling through..and then, holy crap: we were halfway there! I felt pretty damn amazing until about 4+ miles. I grabbed some water to cut the nasty taste in my mouth. I had mentally beat myself up for not bringing a GU Chomp or even a piece of candy. I have never felt so queasy ever on a run! Really I wouldn't have kept going if it weren't for April. Sure I was slowing my pace, but as we kept going I somehow put the feelings aside. I had to--I had a number in my head. The finish line was SO, so close! 

She pulled away at the parking lot and I did my best to put it all out there. I did...then I saw the time: 1:19:--. I immediately thought, 'Well there goes that personal best' followed by the ever so classy, 'F!#$'! I heard Rachel and my other friend, Lisa cheering me on but I was already defeated. I felt so bad. I thought I really had done it. I hadn't run and kept up with April (without a stroller to slow her down either) in so long. Why didn't my time show me that? 

They hadn't posted results quickly enough and the storm was coming. We hurried out of there to enjoy the rest of our celebrating. Fast forward to later that day when I googled the results. This popped up: 

1:11:04

I did it! I did it! I did it! I had forgotten that we started 8 minutes later than we were supposed to. I had successfully beaten my 10K time from 2002. It wasn't *the* number in my head, but it was 5+ minutes faster than the other. And I was completely in shock & so, so happy! 

So here we all are a year later. We're still running. We're faster. And we're still planning our future races (can you say Disneyland?!). I sit here trying to write something awesome to finish this off, but I apologize, I'm distracted by that amazing, bold number that's flashing right in front of me. :)