This meet was tiny, inefficiently organized, and riddled with mosquitoes the size of house cats.
The steeple barriers were haggard and composed of ancient and splintered 4x4’s. The water pit literally looked like someone had vomited in it earlier in the day. Perhaps it was the poor girl who had to run the 10k alone.
Our race was pretty uneventful, except for the fact that we ran about 70m extra. Yes, that’s right, ULM is unique in that it is perhaps the only college to put on a 3,070m steeplechase! The girls in my race were baffled when the starter drew us back 70m from where we had originally congregated in preparation for the race. When I voiced my concern (as respectfully as possible) to one of the several race officials, he kindly patted me on the shoulder and told me that I would be okay.
(we started more so where the 1500m begins) (ya seriously)
Well sure i’ll be alright, but I feel as if they would have been hard pressed to get the 400m runners to run an extra 70m. Or perhaps they expected the 800m runners to begin their races in the parking lot. You know, to really make it interesting.
All distance discrepancies aside, this steeple encounter was far better than the one before. My plan, and perhaps it was that of a novice, was to run the first mile hard and hold on after that. Last time, I had felt as if I had merely tried to get through the run instead of race it. This time, I didn’t want to have that excuse.
I now understand why so many people fall over their last few barriers. Last time, I had begun slowly, and accelerated as the race progressed. Thus, I was still going over the barriers at a decent speed towards the end.
Not today, junior.
Those last few barriers were not cute. I must have looked like I had some real issues, because any semblance of hurdle form shot out of that dreary track complex. BRAINS!
Oh well. I still ran faster than last time. Nico ate me up, by the way. Just toasted me over the last two or three laps. Total Beast Mode.
When we arrived back in Little Rock tonight, my lovely teammates/ roommates/ life mates, Shannon and Marissa carried me away to IHOP for some late(ish) night dining. Boy Howdy, the cinnestack pancakes are out of hand, out of this world delicious. As I type this, my vision is still blurred from my sugar coma. Just so beyond anything I have ever tasted before.
Its as if some glorious chef in the sky took a cinnamon roll, and not just any cinnamon roll, but the greatest cinnamon roll that has ever existed, flattened it into practical pancakes, added gobs and gobs of icing, poured on heaps of syrup, and served it up. Mar and I each had a short stack, while Shan was the champion of the day, eating four of these mouthwatering morsels. SUGAR OVERLOAD.