Today was the change to daylight savings time which added just a bit of worry to getting to the start on time. I'm staying at the Hyatt. Yesterday, there was a note on the bed that said the room had a smart clock which would update automatically for daylight savings. Dear Guest, Don't touch the clock. The note also said that the clock wasn't reliable. If you had to be somewhere on time you should set a wake-up call. So the clock is smart, but lazy. Or maybe the clock just doesn't like you. Either way, don't trust that smarty-pants clock. (BTW, it didn't work, but my cell phone alarm did the job flawlessly.)
Steve isn't with me this trip since he's a road coach on the TNT cycle team. His team had their event, the Solvang Century, yesterday. (Go TEAM! You guys rocked it!) Normally, I'd never schedule an event during his race weekend. I screwed up the dates and accidentally double booked us. On most race mornings, I dress in the dark so Steve can snooze. This morning, I had the lights on and actually looked at myself in the mirror. I've lost a lot of weight recently - certainly a few pants sizes. When I ran in New Orleans, I had to retie the drawstring on my running pants because they were sort of falling down. I didn't want to buy race clothes right before the race since I wouldn't have time for a long test-run. This morning I looked in the mirror and these pants are ridiculously huge. Why didn't anyone tell me I was looking like MC Hammer?
The race itself was good. I lived in Dallas for a decade and it was nice to see the city. The course showed some of the nicer spots - downtown, the new money mansions in Turtle Creek and the old money mansions on Swiss Avenue, finally into Fair Park to the finish line at the Cotton Bowl. The finish line was annoying in that you couldn't see it until mile 13.05. I hate a hidden finish line. I want to see it because it gives me a little boost for that last half mile. Also since we ended at Fair Park, I was really hungry for a Fletcher's corn dog.
I'm still a tad sick, but luckily I didn't have a coughing fit for the entire race. I was congested, but I can deal with that. A coughing fit would have been a real problem mid-race. I got across the finish line and immediately started on a coughing spasm that lasted for several minutes. Of course, this happened directly in front of the medical tent. No Doctor, I'm not having an asthma attack; I'm just clearing out 13.1 miles of phlegm.
All in all a good race - LISA, how did you do?
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