A little slow to get in this recap, but I had a busy day today.
Last night, my (ex) roommate's parents were in the apartment until well after midnight getting the seating arrangements done. So I didn't get to sleep last night until really late last night. That turned into a late morning today, and so like usual, I was rushing to the race at the last minute. Rather than trying to find a really close spot, I parked about 10 blocks north of the start, and on the other side of the park. It was drizzling lightly. The plan was to wear my jacket, which had my camera, up until the race start. Since there were a bunch of people from my hospital supposed to be there, I figured I'd be able to hand it off to someone I knew. Well when you get to the race as the people are already running, that's a problem. So I was stuck with my jacket and my camera for the whole race. After a mile or so I tied it around my waist. I could feel my camera bouncing around, and I had to tighten the arms tied around my waist every few mintues, as it felt like the jacket was falling down. What a pain.
Anyway, the first mile was tough. There were a lot of people in front of me, since I started pretty far back. I didn't try and weave too much, although I did run on the side of the road a few times. I was feeling pretty crappy for the entire first mile. (My shins weren't bad - I think in the end it was just a bruise. But cardiovascularly I was feeling it.) I figured I was lucky enough to be running at all, and I'd just try to get to the finish line. Given that I'd eaten about a million pounds of food over the weekend, it wasn't that surprising how tough a time I was having. Then I hit the first mile marker and I realized I had a time of 8:40 or so. No wonder I was having such a hard time - I was running much faster than I thought. So I just kept going and decided to see how long I could keep the pace up.
Mile 2 went by in 8:22. Now I started making calculations in my head. I had no idea how fast I'd run 4 miles in the past, but for some reason 35 minutes seemed pretty good in my head. Then I though that last week's pace was 8:29, and for a 4 mile race, that would be a total time of 33:56. So I started shooting for that time.
I was struggling more with my breathing as time went on, but I was able to maintain the pace. As I got closer to the end I realized I was going to make it. I pushed a little at the end for a strong finish, and ended up with a net of 33:07. I was amazed at how well (relatively) I had done, and was thinking I probably set a PR. Later when I got home, I realized that I'd run 4 miles in 12 seconds less, almost 5 years ago. (Interestingly, not only were the net times 12 seconds apart, but the overall times were also 12 seconds apart. Which means that in both races I crossed the start
line at exactly 2:19. Strange.
So today I learned that 1) I should really wake up and leave earlier on race day, and 2) I should probably look up my PR's before races.
I did get a couple of pictures, including one with Dr. Weber, who runs Partners in Prevention. (I see him almost every day, but it's kind of weird to take pictures together at work. This will probably be my picture for next
year's fundraising page.)
these shirts were great! the back's a little blurry, but it had some gastroenterologists name and number on it, and it said if you "mention this ad" you'd get 10% off!
In terms of fundraising, I raised $563. Thanks to all those who contributed. Even though the race is over, you can still continue to contribute
if you feel so inspired.
After the race, I stopped by the hospital to make rounds. I figured since I just run in an event which raised money for their institution, I was well within my right to make rounds in a track suit. (But back to a regular suit tomorrow.)
After that was my (ex) roommate's wedding. It was really a great celebration, and the dancing was great. (Even if my shins didn't think so!) I think he's just such a great guy, that all his friends were really so happy for him. You could feel that in the atmosphere. At least I thought so.
The whole weekend has been great. His family spent the first part of the weekend with us, and ate with us in our apartment on Friday and Saturday. At the wedding I had a part by singing some of the songs
during the ceremony. And tomorrow I'm back to spend the first sheva brachos
celebration with the family. I've really felt like a part of the wedding party.
Tomorrow night is the start of Purim
, one of the most fun holidays in the Jewish calendar. Feasting, drinking, all the good stuff! It goes until Tuesday night, and I've got a few parties to go to on Tuesday. Nice!