Wendy Mastripolito

Pooh… Perhaps the grandeur that I build up in my head weighed down my legs?... Or perhaps sometimes, just sometimes... a race is well just... POOH??! B ut what I thought would happen at Saturday's Shamrock 8K in Virginia Beach did not... and that simple undisputed fact pisses me off.. I was ready to run a PR.... I was hoping for a top 5 age group placing or at least no worse than a top 10 age group placing....I was hoping to crack into the 37's.  I am a strong 5 miler.... I was hoping for confetti and flashbulbs..I was hoping for a magnificent moment... and well... What I delivered to myself.... was my second worst 8K time ever, an over 40 min time and a 20th age group placing...... POOH! No... I was not willing to accept the fact that this will be the 6th time i have run this race and have (sans the first year) never placed over a 40 min time or less than a 10th age group placing.  No...I will not accept...

SNAP, CRACKLE, POP... Well it really wasn’t a snap, nor a crackle, nor really a pop… but more like being electrocuted.... ..... that sensation of accidentally touching an electrical wire, when wet, and then as your teeth shake and you recoil, a dagger is thrust into your quad.. yeah.. kinda like that… All forward motion attempted to cease and resist...  Let's go back a few minutes. I am at Delaware University's indoor track and was getting ready to run my first event of the day... I was debating about how to warm up since half the track was closed off for the 60 meter sprints and if I should wear spikes or not… hmmm.. Running in spikes is such a wondrous feeling ….like running barefoot with claws..but no support...hmmm... First call for the mile and I was getting eyed up and down by the gals in my heat…  One of the ladies walks over to me seeing my #6, she is #5 and said, "There is no way i am faster than you"... Indic...