For starters... I was pretty, ok... not just pretty, VERY, frustrated at the number of slow runners who started at the front. I looked at the pack.... said I expect to be top 300 or so... which puts me ... about here. It took about 40 seconds for me to even hit the start line (walking mind you). I counted 36... but very slowly. And then the first mile couldn't have broken 9:00 due to the weaving passing and luckily not swearing... (but I thought about it).
Well, I was hoping to find Kim out there somewhere and run with her. Instead I ran with a very nice lady named Heidi from Orem. I ran with Heidi till the 10 mi marker and decided that I had a little
more gas so I might as well burn it. Hit mile marker 12 and struggled
a little to hang on. Hit the finish line sprinting so I backed off too
much in mile 12. Oh well. I am really uncertain as to the time. I am pretty sure it was under 1:45. Funny thing is that apparently my wife
and I exchanged numbers. so I am picking up my shirt and the lady says...
womens medium eh??? Thinking to have caught me using someone else's
number... Which I had albeit rather innocently... (oops don't ban me next year) So I picked up a women's medium and then
waited for my wife to cross. Which she did at 2:04 ish. Which is awesome for her! All in all I had too much left in the tank. I shoulda pushed the middle miles harder. But seeing as this was just to prove to myself that I can pull off st george in 4 hrs... I am pretty sure I succeeded at that. I should add that I was a total dork at the end of the race. During my final sprint I saw two ladies way out ahead of me and decided to catch them... I crossed the finish line just barely ahead of them but the skinney sojourner dude made me hold up and let them pass me. Which I objected to because I had passed them right at the line. But the objections were retarded, the time was the same, and in the end who really cares?
Updated the official time according to the online results.
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