It was humid as usual, but not as hot as it has been some years. There was even an occasional breeze. I'm convinced that this race will never feature cool weather. It seems that year after year, Summer hangs on until this race, exerting the last of its power before relinquishing its hold to Fall.
|Summer races mean red faces|
Predictably, my low summer mileage was noticeable, especially in the last 5 miles when my legs began to protest.
In the positive column, my focus on hill training definitely paid off as I felt strong on the uphills. Note to self - keep doing those hill workouts!
I knew I wasn't going to run a PR, and I had adjusted my expectations in light of my less-than-rigorous training. I didn't push too hard and suffer the way I often do at this "Anaerobic Sufferfest" - thanks Sophie for coining that classic phrase. It runs through my head like a mantra.
I enjoyed time on the trail with friends Katie, Kate and Sara. There's something special about chatting on trail. Sorry you had to hear about my antibiotics issues, ladies!
|Katie ran a great race. She's been training hard and it shows!|
|Sara caught me with 2 miles to go. I couldn't hang on to finish with her this year.|
|Kate kicking ass in the woods in her first WTHM|
|Teresa finishes in a great comeback race.|
|There's nothing better than a cold recovery beverage.|
|Post-race tailgating. Check out Lauren's race report - 6 stitches in the chin!|
Thanks to Aaron Schwartzbard and Bob Fabia who took all but the last two photos.