It was a strange distance (7 km), but I love night races, and with the promise of at least 40 runners and official timing, I decided to pop down and sign up last minute (secretly hoping for a weaker field to grab that elusive first win).The race started with a grand total of 15 people
. Oh well....just run, dummy. Quit worrying about numbers.Right of the start, 3 people made it know they would carry this race...myself, beard dude and short gal. But little did we know short gal would tear it up. The first km goes by in 3:59, and we all settle into our paces. Or at least me and beard dude do. Short gal just leaves us behind.
Right around 3 km, I realize that running so soon after a tough hilly race was silly, as I started getting jelly legs. The water station dropped me to a walk, and beard dude carried on without me. On the return trip, water station was a walk station again, and I settled into a comfortable pace that would carry me to the finish. Then out of nowhere, tall white-shirt dude blows past me. WTF!?! I actually say 'where the hell did you come from?', which garners a laugh.
Dragged my wobbly butt across the finish line in 30:42, 4:23/km pace, good for 4th overall. Short gal won the race. I went to shake her hand, and that's when I saw the IM tattoo on her calf...NICE!!!
I'm happy with the pace given how soon after a tough race I did it. Good confidence boost, despite the walk breaks.
so, you have been sandbagging us all along with all your injuries, these past couple of years .. 
