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This isn't technically a "Race Report", but there was a race involved and I do so love to report! This weekend my friend and I headed to Sacramento with the plan being she would run the half marathon and I would run the full (Cowtown Marathon/Half). However, illness knocked her race into the "maybe next year"column, and I hadn't run a 20-miler prior to race day (this made me nervous).

Race morning dawned and I was feeling very un-race like. I had no interest whatsoever in running, and usually on race morning I feel happy and excited. I was just "blah" and not really wanting to run. I lined up at the start, though, and took my place with the 3900 other Cowtown racers (half and full marathon runners had the same start time and course, with the marathon runners doing two loops). I must say I was disappointed that no one was running in costume (cute shirts, though, even though they were wrongly sized).

The gun went off and immediately I had to stop (thanks to my expanding uterus I get to spend much time finding restrooms). I stopped at the ¾ mile mark to use the restroom and then continued on to the mile marker, where I found a split time of 13 minutes and change. I was horrified, and spent the next few miles doing 10 minute miles and watching my heart rate carefully. I was not taxed at all, which was fine but I was ... bored. I have never run a big race alone and I was seriously lacking company. Since this race wasn't for time, I was even more bored as split times didn't matter.

I made it to mile ten and called my friend, who was at mile 11 waiting for me; she ran with me to the 13.1 mile mark. At this point I could either have continued on the marathon course, one more loop of 13.1 miles, or been done with a half marathon and called it a day. I called Kyle and he was supportive either way; I wasn't tired, but I didn't feel like running either...my friend and I went to breakfast with 13.1 miles run.

I can't really explain what happened, but I just wasn't feeling it. I like racing, and this didn't feel like racing at all. I didn't feel like I was part of anything and I guess with the huge motivation drop I just didn't feel the need to continue. It was a lesson learned, and a nice slow training run, if nothing else. I hope I find that fire to run again soon, it is quite strange to not like running a race.

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