hogeye

I ran my first half marathon. The hogeye in fayetteville, AR. It's really strange to feel a sense of accomplishment after turning in a 2:15 and finishing 148th of 187. I'm proud to say I ran up all of the grueling hills passing people that would later beat me as they walked up them to conserve energy, but if I had walked they still would've beaten me and I wouldn't've felt as good about myself at the end. I'm sore today. Really sore, but I just want to go running some more.

The next part of this post I thought I'd talk about my favorite part at this besides finishing. I really enjoyed listening to the music I could hear coming out of other runners head phones, as I chose to leave my ipod in the car and run with the sound of my allergy wheezed breathing and my footsteps. Through the first 5 miles I was really with the pack and had at least 20 people around me. I began to wonder if they were listening to music (those that were) to keep themselves entertained? to give a rythem? to keep them pumped up? The first person I heard basically all I could hear was a guy riding a high hat. If that was all this guy was listening to I was kinda worried, because that would drive me insane after 2 hours. Next I was interested to hear something from one of my workout mixes that had the Black Eyed Peas "Pump It". There were a few more indistinguishable songs, and then along came "Justin Timberlake" lady. I was tempted to increase my pace or slow down until she passed just to get away. It's not that I don't enjoy sexy back or anything like that, I just didn't want to have this distraction. It kept happening though. I'd pass her... she'd pass me. Over and Over again.