shuffling along

This morning was my favorite 5-miler, the shamrock shuffle. i ran a respectable 32:06. this was 28 seconds away from my PR set last year with a 31:38. last year, only 12 girls beat me, this year, 28. dammit!!

two ego boosters:
after my legs started to really start complaining around mile 2, i spotted a guy in a shirt that had the word "hard" written on the back of it. he immediately became a target. i tracked him through mile 4 where i finally overtook him.

after i had passed "hard" i located my next target, Mr. Yellow Brooks Jersey. with about .5 mile to go, i waited for the angry juices to take over. they were nowhere to be found. i gutted out passing Mr. YBJ and started selecting my next victim...navy blue. still not angry. very strange. Around .2 left in the race, I started gunning for him. no angry juice. wtf! .1 left and who do i see 10 steps ahead of me on the right hand side of the street. noneother than the late Mr. YBJ.

you will not get away with this motherfucker.

Time for the hammer to drop. I let the legs go and with the vomit coming as we crossed the finish line, I managed to catch him. I knew it was close but upon checking the results tonight, bib 1135 and I have the same clock time, but my bib number is on top. My foot hit the timing mat first. ha!

in other running news, congrats to Mr. Zschiel on his second (and hellish) 26.2. Despite dangerously hot conditions and crappy aid stations, he knocked 8 minutes off his marathon best!!! Excellent job!!