In case you were concerned that my karma might be out of whack, given the good fortune of my fabulous trip to New York and winning a spot at the White House tweetup (also, I won a $15 gift card to Baja Fresh at my school's bingo night), fret not! I've got a head cold. SO MUCH SNOT.
Despite that, I ran the Veterans Day 10k on Sunday with my friend Amy. We made t-shirts and everything.
One day I'll learn, before photos, to smooth down those curls that pop out at my temples. I screwed up the writing on the back a little, but it's ok. Probably nobody could even read it since I was running so fast!
We actually ended up running more than 10k that morning. See, the race started at 8:00, about a mile and a half from the nearest Metro stop. The Metro didn't start running until 7:00, so we were cutting it close. So close, in fact, that we ended up running the last half mile or so in order to make it to the start line in time. Such that when we actually started, my butt was all HEY, WAIT A DAMN MINUTE I ALREADY DID THIS. Then we ran the first mile in nine and a half minutes. Which isn't fast for the general running population, but for a person training at eleven minute miles, it is. So we slowed down, in the interest of being able to finish the thing. My time was 1:04:12, about two minutes under my goal. Hooray for totally flat courses.
Amy finished just under a minute ahead of me and we met up to get our banana, bagel, and cookie. Except I only got a half a broken cookie, thanks to the people who were stuffing entire bags full of the free cookies. Unbelievable! Those cookies are for everyone! Sadly, my recent streak of good fortune did not extend to winning the free seven-day resort stay.
On the way back to the Metro, I made my second ever visit to the new Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial. The first visit having been when I ran through it on the way to the race that morning. It's really quite something.
Now I just need there to be a seven mile race next weekend to keep me from punking out on my training run. And eight after that. And so on. Because I'm officially registered to run the Rock and Roll Half Marathon in Phoenix on January 15. Flat and dry, I keep telling myself, flat and dry. And running with both Hollys! Seems my luck is holding after all.