Tuesday, March 26, 2013

zooma, we are never ever getting back together

Dear Zooma,

I should spare your feelings and say it's not you, it's me but that's a lie. Zooma you are an awful race, a hard race, a race that I can't seem to crack and I'm done with you. 

I should have known from the beginning that we were not meant to be. You gave me a crappy bib number. Odd numbers! How can I possibly perform well with only one even number on my bib! So inconsiderate of you Zooma. 
Zooma 2013

Can we talk for a second about your need for me to wake up at 4am? Because 4am is hella early. My timeline for race morning was:
  • 4am wakeup
  • 4:30am leave house
  • 5am arrive at parking lot/catch shuttle to resort
  • 5:40am arrive at resort, pick prime spot on lobby floor and camp out for 2 hours until race start.
Two hours Zooma. I sat on a hotel lobby floor for two hours reading a book and trying not to pass out using my gear check bag as a pillow. I also got to eat a baggie of boiled eggs that I peeled in a hotel bathroom because at 4am I wasn't thinking clearly enough to peel them before leaving the house. 

Bathroom eggs Zooma. You made me eat bathroom eggs.

You're hilly Zooma. So hilly that you make the Austin half marathon look flat. That's quite an achievement and you should be proud of it. But damn if that doesn't pose a problem for anyone in a relationship with you. Hills are exhausting. Hills are hard. Hills can break a girl. 
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I mean really, a big hill at mile 10.5? That's not good for our relationship. 

Zooma, I admit that for the first five miles I thought we were going strong. You had me convinced you were one thing but then something changed and your true self came through. I'm sorry, but I didn't like who you became. In fact, at mile 12 I absolutely hated you.
Hey mile 12 sign! Screw you. I almost ran over and knocked you down. I totally would have done it if running to you wouldn't have meant I had to take ten extra steps. 

I know when you're ending a relationship it's good to get right to the point and not prattle on like I'm doing but dammit Zooma, I thought we had a good thing. You were my March half and I was so ready for you. I wanted to do well. I wanted to PR. I wanted to continue our relationship next year. But it's not meant to be. We are never ever getting back together. 

Zooma Half 2013
Embarrassing. But at least my March half is in the books. Onward to April and a new relationship with a half in NYC. 


  1. Now you know and knowing if half the battle.

    And I'd bet NYC is pretty flat! And it will probably be like 40 degrees in April the way we're going!

    Good job!

  2. If anyone made me eat bathroom eggs I would break up with them. I think it's a sound decision.

    That being said, you still did awesome and I'm proud of you! Wish I could be in NYC with you to cheer you on - I miss that town.

    Congrats for a good finish!!!!! I still think you did amazingly awesome.