I'm a one-trick pony

I did another half marathon at 2:07. This is getting old.

I'll copy the e-mail I sent to the Brisbane Running Buddies. I should change it a bit, but it's that dilemma of copy, paste, eat salsa or start anew, miss salsa.

To be or not to be...

Salsa to be eaten.

E-mail to be pasted.

You to be understanding.

i don't know if you heard, but the race start was a balmy 1 degree Hellcius (33 F). far out. i haven't been that cold in a few years. i studied in ohio, so i have been cold. i'm not a total sook. i even ran in the double digit negamatives, but not in a long time. i nearly missed the race start looking on the ground for my missing nipples. mark? he was shaking uncontrollably. saturn cars had a little heat lamp place, and we all snuggled in like emperor penguins.

mark was in corral #2; katy was in #14. there were more than 30. gun time was 7:44. mark's group took off a few minutes after that. katy's? nearly 25 minutes later. i told some guy from chicago that we were used to qld and not this. he said, "yes, but we don't stand outside our houses near naked for 40 minutes." true. and it was much longer if you think that we arrived over an hour before the race. fah reeeeez zink! i didn't feel my toes for the first 5 km. that made for weird running. i kept looking down to make sure i was running right. i think pat has been a little slack in not having us run after sinking our feet in ice-cream for 2 hours.

the halfsies and fullies were together for the first 10 miles, which was a path through the city. as a zen runner, i saw everything: the alamo, the guy dressed as a banana, the many groups of cheerleaders (really appreciated those annoying little pixies sunday), the woman on roof cheering, and the low-rider blasting his latino music. mark didn't see those things. bless that focused boy.

at mile 10, elvis divided us up. i knew he lived.

2:07 later, i was done. considering that i stopped at the bands and the alamo to take photos (often stopping to cross to the other side) and had to undress and re-dress when the temps climbed to 14, i thought i'd have been slower. i have another half this trip. it's through my home town, so i don't plan on taking photos.

i think it took me longer to get through the runners' area. one of the sponsors was a grocery store chain, so there was a lot of food. they even had texas-shaped cheese and jalapeno chips. far out.

mark was a little disappointed about not BQing (bahstin qualifying). i figure that if you are not running to heal your hammy and do 3:24, you're doing okay in my books. he cramped within 50 metres from the finish but made it through. he go girl. he made up for it by BBQing.

some people bitched about the hills (eight total with a special good-bye one at the very end. JOY!), but if he did 3:24 having not run for two weeks and a recovering hammy and i did one of my better times taking plenty of time to get photos of the bands, then it was just fine. didn't feel fast and easy, but it wasn't horrible.

we do miss our BRBs and PCRG sessions (pineapple from anyone other than Pat is just not right). take care. let me know how many of you want a frozen margarita, and i'll consume them in your names.

Nuh-night, all y'all Puss Pusses!