The day of the race dawned and I was nervous - tummy flutters. The boys ran the kids 1k race and I was at the finish line to cheer them on (and was also very proud). Pretty soon it was my turn to go. I started off slow, which in a race situation is hard to do - the crowds energize you and you want to start off flying. But then you get winded and it is all over. I forced myself to set a comfortable pace (I actually ran behind a girl who was pretty close to my shape for almost 5k). I lost the girl at the half way point as she started to slow down and I kept going.
At the 8k point my legs started to hurt but by then I was so close I just kept going - up a slight incline (owwwwwwwww)
I must have been fast because the boys were waiting at the finish line and they totally missed me. Once I was done I had to go looking for them.
I had set a public goal of under 1 hr 10 min and a private secret goal of 1 hour 6 min .
Well guess what people - I did it in 1 hour 3 min and 31 seconds.
Holy crappola!!!! I am on fire! That might actually be a personal best.....

And you doubted yourself!? I told you that you could do it!
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