Before the start, Momma K knew that I was just "off." I was totally psyching myself out and pacing around the start area. I don't get race day nerves but I had them BAD today. It was so bad that my resting heart rate while waiting for the start was 122bpm.
Around 7:57 the final count downs to the start and I felt a little bit better as I knew I just had to run and trust in myself.
I crossed the finish line, looked at my watch and just cried. I had missed my goal by just under a minute. I was mad. I was disappointed. I was a big ball of emotions. I worked so hard for this and couldn't hold myself together and get the job done. I unintentionally PR'ed a pretty hilly course two weeks ago, but I didn't have it in me today.
I sucked it up for a moment, forced myself to smile with my medal and snapped my post race selfie. I mean, I can't be too mad at that medal :)
It was an absolutely beautiful morning in St. Louis, so lots of folks stayed around a bit hanging out and enjoying the Featherstone Drive concert afterwards. Since we only had today to sightsee, we didn't hang around too long afterwards. Plus, food was calling my name!