I think that every race I have been to, pretty much for the history of forever has one little snag that I bitch about. The weather, or that I run like an idiot, OR that I run really well but end up disliking running with a passion.
Not so at the HH this past weekend.
It. Was. Perfect.
Don't know how many races like this one has due to them in a lifetime so, snap. I'm going to take it.
Was my time spectacular? 1:48:31- so (no) but still solid and close to- if not exactly- what I ran it in last year. The difference? It WAS EASY! Like, barely breaking a sweat never got out of breath loved every second of it was happy to be alive kind of awesome.
And THAT is the story of the BEST RACE EVER (and it was short. I'm a busy lady. Who takes ZERO pics.)