6 pm Saturday was the Crescent City Connection Bridge race. It is the main bridge into New Orleans from the Westbank and the most well known. The race was a 4 miler and I was really excited about it. Why 6pm in June? I do not know.
I do know that it was 92 degrees. I do know that the humidity was a brutal 85% and the sun was burning me to a crisp. In case you haven't already guessed, this was an awful run for me. I had hydrated well throughout the day, because I'm good like that. I know I had a solid 80 oz of water in me before I left for the race. But that run still kicked my bum.
It wasn't a bad start, but a mile in, I knew it was not going to go well for me. I made it to a mile and a half and walked. I walked and ran the rest of the race, and it was ugly. I was so overheated, despite having done everything I could to keep that from happening. I had my salt stick (electrolyte replacement) capsules and took one 2 miles in and the other at the end. I still ended up with a massive headache. It was the yuckiest run I think I have ever had. It was a fail for me. Okay, not a total fail. I finished! It just took me 50:13 to run/walk 4.13 miles. And I felt horrid. But I finished it and I finished on my feet.
Half a mile in, and we're approaching the carpool on-ranp for the bridge. I liked the flag there.
Me, totally dying and miserably hot, a mile into the race. Yeah, it was ugly and I really was that red.
The west-bound bridge. We ran on the carpool lane of the eastbound bridge.
The "I was there" selfie. I was too hot and miserable to even try to smile.
Nola skyline. See the Superdome? Or, as my kids like to call it, the "Mega-Pie"!
Wheee, I'm going downhill, I'm having fun, really, I am.... (I'm totally not, but I'm faking it.)
The finish is in sight I'm almost done!
The bridge I just ran across, with celebratory red, white and blue water spraying from the boat.
Hee hee hee, I crack myself up!
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