I was some kind of fired up for yesterday’s half. I felt invincible. Everything that was thrown at me I knew I could handle. Chance of rain? Please. Virginia’s energy-sapping humidity? Whatevs. Hospital Hill? YOU DON’T INTIMIDATE ME. I’d been up against all these conditions before. Bring it.
I shot off pretty quickly, running my first sub 10 minute mile in I don’t know how long. The idea was to push hard banking as much time as possible before hitting Hospital Hill and then just coasting into the finish. I couldn’t hold onto the momentum though. I just could not get into the zone. My mile splits were all over the place.
Still, I was on track to PR until the BLISTER FROM HELL.
The roads were already wet, and we ran in a decent mist for a leg, so I knew blisters couldn’t be avoided. I could feel my feet sliding around more than usual, but the angry little sore that cropped up somewhere around mile 9 wasn’t isolated to the ball of my foot (tolerable) — it had spread between my toes (ouch). The last mile was all grimaces and gritted teeth.
Oh well. Chalking this one up as a particularly difficult training run, nursing that stupid blister, and setting sights on next week’s Run for the Dream.
Actually, I think my biggest disappointment was not meeting
Samwise Gamgee Sean Astin, who made a guest appearance on the race course.
Image courtesy of Marine Corps Marathon
Although many a joke was made soliciting the Lord of the Rings actor for a piggyback ride up Hospital Hill.
Despite the blister, despite Hospital Hill, despite the lack of posing with a hobbit, I love what I do. As per ushe, Dad was stopped by someone admiring his Still Easier Than Chemo tee. When she saw I was wearing a Massey jersey, she blurted, “Massey saved my life.” It’s this woman’s story, and so many others, that make all the miles I put in so meaningful.
The bling ain’t half bad either.
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