Yamachiche = HOT = HARD
Left my house at about 7:15am. Had forgotten Yamachiche is as far as it is. Thought I would have enough gas and prayed to God for 20k that I wouldn't have to call CAA (yes, John, I was that worried.) But after finally finding a gas station, we got there on time at 8:20!
John ran his 5k at 8:45. While he ran, I got myself and the kids ready ... and then we hurried back to the finish line thinking that he would be coming in soon. Needless to say, John sprouted wings overnight and beat us to the finish ... I'll let him tell you his story

My story ... well, I started somewhere in the middle of the pack and didn't even notice the gun had gone off until I noticed people moving forward. Having no clue what pace I was running, I hit the 1k marker at 5:15, which normally is a good thing except when you're being passed by the back of the pack. And then soon afterwards by the man with the stroller too, who had to stop to calm the crying baby at some point, but then managed of course to pass me again.
The Yamachiche Half is an out-and-back. Usually there are a few spectators to shout words of encouragement. Today though, I think it was too hot for them to be outside.
Heck, it was too hot for ME to be outside.
But I was ... and so were some cows, some great volunteers, and some crazy runners from clubs like La Foulée, Boréale, Vainqueurs, Milpat ... does that give you an indication of the field at this
little race?
Anyway, long story short ... my legs were like lead from the start, and only got heavier. There are good running days, and bad running days. The lack of sleep during the week, the climbing stairs all day at Super Aqua Club yesterday, the bunions that started hurting at 2k intensely, the blisters that I rarely ever get, and of course, the scorching heat with no shade (wait, I did get to run in the shadow of a tree 3 or 4 times) all contributed to a gruelling race.
I couldn't lift my legs up higher, I couldn't turn them over faster ... so I tried increasing my stride, but only landed harder on my bunions. My butt hurt, my hips hurt ... not used to running on asphalt for so long.
Groan ...
The old lady passed me, the old man stayed ahead of me, and I saw the man with the stroller after he doubled back, already well over a km ahead of me. First race I actually felt like pulling a "DNF" ... but didn't. I don't even remember the Barbados Half being this gruelling.
Great seeing my kids and TB close to the finish, who ran with me (and another runner) for part of the last km. Great morale boost - Mike and I picked up our pace and sprinted in!
I'm so proud of John and my kids, who ran their first real race:
John 5k = 21:32 (yes, a PB!!!)
Toulouse 1k = 4:46 (just turned 10)
Gustav 1k = 5:23 (7 years old)
Sally 21.1k = 2:07:?? (unofficial split 1:01:15)
<Sigh> ... Gotta log in more mileage before NYC or I think I'm going to die. Have to remember to carry pain-killers.
Thanks for reading

Hope you enjoyed my report, and thanks so much for your support.
Sally

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