Little Miss Runner Pants

i woke up today, 5:45am and thought to myself #%@$#! i have to run. thats never a good start to a running day, so i kinda had a feeling i might not be as raring to go as i normally am... but i sucked it up (what else was i to do?) put my running gear on and headed out to our meeting point...
because it's a holiday weekend the normal group size (~60) was cut in half and for some reason, i decided this was a good thing. it meant i would run faster... why?? i dunno. b/c i'm a moron.

anyway. one of the chicks on my team (we're split up into teams of about 8-10 people, we all share the same honor patient and fund raise together, etc...) one chick, Carrie, and i, were talking about how we feel like we run too slow, so she decided we should run together to try and... go faster??? i dunno. i had a feeling this was a bad idea (i dont really run well with others) but in the spirit of "there is no i in team" i said, "sure!!! lets GO!!!!" (mildy over enthusiastic, i know.) so we're running...running, and i'm doing great. we're going a bit faster than my normal pace, but i'm keeping up and in my head thinking "oh hell yeah, i'm the sh*t, look'a'me go!!"...

yeah. that did NOT last long.

typically, as in every other time we've EVER run as a team (TNT as a whole) there has been a water break every 2 miles. so we're running and its about 24 minutes in and we've both kicked it up a notch b/c we know just around the corner (there were lots of corners) we would have our water break.... 5 minutes later we're still running in high gear and theres no water in sight. my team mentor (dude that has run, roughly, 50 marathons, is our..well, mentor. duh, i'm retarded. sorry for that) comes up and is like how are y'all doing? and we're like WHERE IS THE WATER...so he tells us (as though its no big deal)... its at the turn-around spot (3miles) and we're at roughly 2.07 miles right now... so its a ways out (he says this AS we're going up a HUGE hill).

what the @&%@#%$%$#$$&*^%$# ugggggghhhhhhhARRGGHH. i was not pleased.
so in between breaths i manage to get out "sorry......gunna.....drop.....back...." because at this point i'm going way faster than my normal pace and i feel a mild heart attack coming on.... eventually, (37 minutes after i started) i arrive at the water spot. funny how a little table with some cups can come to be such a blessed sight...almost makes you wanna cry out of sheer joy... but anyway, i drank my gatorade, caught my breathe and headed back. (i dont like to dilly dally at the water. drink, digest, go is my motto).

coming back was mostly downhill (i.e. heading there was mostly UPhill) so i quasi-enjoyed the second three miles... i ran just about as fast as possible while still breathing on the hills, walked a few 3 or 4 times (a first for me... though not the last, i'm sure) and somehow made it all the way back without dying.

so, stats:
6.2 miles PLUS HILLS (yes. major difference here and they've definitely earned my respect): 1:14:11
pace: 11:58 for miles 1-6,
2:24 for the last .2 mile.

so thats a bit slow, but i'll... do better next time, right? i just gotta conquer those hills...

ooooooh the hills