|#24 - At the start before the spit hit the fan|
Some parts felt good, most of it was painful. Despite my crying hissy fit all week about the forecast (low 30s....), it wound up being perfect - upper 30s at the start, mid 60s at the finish, with the lowest humidity in the five years I've run it.
|Mile 7 "Bacon" is wearing wings|
Mile 16, I texted the boyfriend to say I was at 16 and in a lot of pain.
Mile 22, we passed a younger girl, maybe 12 or 13, sitting on a blanket in the front of her yard. Three black and white guinea pigs were with her, perfectly content to sit in the sun next to their sign "Run Pigs Run" I wish I had taken a picture.
Mile 23 I texted the boyfriend, asking him to come meet me. Walk against the running traffic until he ran into me, and we'd walk/run to the finish. He declined, not aware if he walked past the gates the last 1/4 mile, he could hop on the course
and come meet me.
Mile 25.9 a group of baseball tailgaters had shots of beer. Had they been on my side of the street... :)
Mile 26.1, a man was a tiny bit in front of me and it seemed like a good idea to try and pass him. I got close, he sped up. I got closer, he sped up again, and he finally edged me out. Where was that energy and determination the past 26 miles???
The bling is always great. Maybe not my favorite race shirt they've ever done, but I give the Piggies credit for designing a new theme every single year.
They had 2018 registration on site. I declined. I wasn't ready to commit to another until after Chicago. Of course I'll do it. It's the 20th anniversary, and I "need" to keep my 4-way streaker status in tact.
This post is really disjointed. Just like the 2017 Piggie.
|The 5-year finisher medal isn't an actual medal, it's an attachment for the ribbon|
|Backpacks this year!!!! And for once the Little Kings shirt isn't green! 4-way shirt is cotton this time - love it!|