Weeks before the Tyranena Beer Run I was deep down kind of dreading it. With my Ironman recovery, loss of pace, and my bonk last weekend at the Haunted Hustle, I just didn’t want to be run/walking another 13.1, in chilly November weather. Plus I have such great memories of the race last year when I ran it with my friend Diana. It was effortless, we chitchatted through the entire 13.1 miles. I remember busting up the hills and she commented on how much I had improved since our first few runs together. I was so proud of myself!
John gave me a pep talk on the drive there, “Just run, just enjoy it, don’t stop to walk, just ENJOY it”
When you put it that way, I guess that’s not so hard. The race started, I had my iPod loaded with 35 Christina Aguilera songs to keep my head in a good place, and I was running. La la la, running, zipping through crowds of runners, passing people, waving hi at some friends, running, la la la, I’m a Genie in a Bottle, la la la.. running.
I actually felt really good. It’s been so long since I felt good that I avoided eye contact with my Garmin. Looking at my Garmin would have robbed my eyes of the beautiful course. The course was covered in golden foliage, autumn in Wisconsin at its best. When I rounded the corner to face the first big hill that I thought I would walk without Diana at my side, I just pretended that she was there. I passed four people running up that hill. Diana would be proud!
It wasn’t until mile 10 that my curiosity got to me and I had to know how I was doing. Garmin read 1:31…Crap.
“There’s no reason you can’t break two” I told myself. Nothing hurt, I was running comfortably strong, there was no reason I couldn’t get it done…except for the last two miles having some awful long, gradual hills to climb.
Long gradual hills be damned, the song Fighter came on at just the right moment and I fought hard to sneak in and brake 2. Sure, it was only by 30 seconds, but I broke it and I’m darn proud of it. Finishing off the season with a sub 2!
Of course, after the race, the Tyranena Beer Run holds the best post-race party. An entire plate of lasagna and two beer tickets to enjoy with my running buddies. How could I have dreaded this? It was a blast!