Woo Region

Well, I had my last race today.  The season went by extremely fast and I have made a lot of new friends, found something I am passionate about, and I have had a lot of fun.

Me and Haley before our last race. Photo Courtesy of: Claire Breiholz

Today we were back at Cottonwood.  This course I have mentioned multiple times if you've been paying attention.  I took the previous race off for reasons I have also previously mentioned, so this was my first race since Bob Firman.  The last race that the team went to was our very own Park City Invite.  All the girls rocked it at this race.  The people I run with in workouts and at practice ran two minutes faster than the previous race and some girls cut off even more time.  It was awesome...but I was scared because I did not know if I could run that fast and I didn't want to be behind that many people.

That's Just Grody

Embarrassing things happen to the best of us.  I learned this lesson the hard way at one of my cross country races recently.  However, I also learned that it is only as bad as you make it seem, so it's easiest to get over something that happened quickly because then no one makes a big deal of it.

A few weeks after school started, my cross country team had a race in Cottonwood.  This race is on the same course as the Region race which is at the end of season.  I was excited to get a look at the course and see how fast I could race because I had just taken time off for a calf injury.  The freshman and sophomore race for girls was first, so as soon as I got my shoes on I had to go warm up.  My calf felt better than it had the previous week, so I started to get more excited.  As we lined up for the start, there were not very many girls so I got even more pumped.  For you non-runners, it can be good and bad when there are a lot of people in a race.  I like it when there are less girls because I place better, and you don't get cut off as much.

Bang!

The gun goes off and the runners follow suit.  The course had rolling hills throughout so it wasn't long before me and my teammate (who was running beside me) crested the first hill.  I felt pretty good!  After the first mile I picked up speed and after the second mile I left my teammate.  I came up on another girl who was struggling and then there was this hella steep hill.  I climbed it at a decent pace and regained my speed on the flat stretch.  At this point I was all alone, no one was too close in front of me or behind me.

My sister running in California on a path much like some of our race courses.
Photo courtesy of: me

That's when I started to feel it.  A feeling runners know all too well.  The rising of something in your throat.