I have very mixed feelings about the race. I ran a 3:32:40.
That's about 2 and a half minute PR.
I am SO thankful for a few things:
1) My boyfriend Anthony came down and hung out with us girls the entire weekend. He got up, drove us to the start, took pictures, drove me back up to Portland, etc. And he was a sweetheart about it.
2) Sarah (SR) ran with me the WHOLE time. She researched the best way to pace me, spoke with others, wrote damn splits on her arm, got me water at almost every aid station, was SO encouraging at the end, and didn't let me hit the track ground during my overly dramatic finish as my legs pretty much gave out. I have no doubt I finished better with her than I would have on my own. What a great friend.
3) Eugene and the people there: It was a great weekend and a beautiful town. It was great to see friends and meet new ones.
But I'm finding it really hard to be thankful for my race. I know a 3:32 marathon isn't a BAD time. However, about a year ago, I ran Boston on almost no training in a time not too far off from this one.
This training cycle, I poured my heart and time into making this a great PR race. I figured a 3:20 was a stretch and a 3:25 was reasonable. I have never tried so hard for anything in my running "career". And I came up very short.
It's not that I didn't give Eugene my all. I did. I had a great pacer, good weather, great support. I could blame this on the Ragnar Ultra last week. I could blame this on over training in general. But, I don't know what led to me not reaching my goals. I know it's still a PR but I also know that this does not feel good.
So instead of giving you excuses, I will give you Milli Vanilli:
Gotta blame it on something (gotta blame it on something)
BLAME IT ON THE RAIN. YEAAAHHH. YEAHHHHH.