I’m headed to the hard to spell me state today! Don’t you remember, as a kid, struggling to spell Mississippi? M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I-hump back-hump back-I. I am forever saying this every time I spell out Mississippi, even though I obviously know how to spell it now. Funny how things trigger memories, ya know?
Anyway. Yep. I’m heading to Mississippi for the Mississippi Blues 1/2 marathon on Saturday! I’m super excited to see Kim and S again and the Lillywhite family. I’m driving over from AL and picking P up at the airport. He’s such a trooper and coming to cheer, not to run this time.
I signed up for the race when it was super cheap ($35) and it has a huge medal and fabulous reviews. It’s also known for it’s hills. So, the plan for this race is to treat it like a long run. Jess wants it to be easy (I have Austin next weekend). I’m hoping to settle into a 8:30-9:15 pace and finish the last 4 or so at my goal MP of 8:18.
Speaking of training. It’s going well. The hip is still bothering me (heading to chiro Monday) but oddly enough, it’s not hurting my training. I managed to rock a 7 mile tempo run with 4 miles averaging 7:34 pace. BOOM.
Focus and adrenaline from court yesterday may have helped a little. I didn’t really know what to expect when I arrived in court, but it was much harder than I expected. Last I had heard, MM (attackers initials) had not met bail. I expected to see him for all of 5 minutes for the preliminary hearing. Low and behold I turn around as we are waiting for that mornings cases to begin and I see his face. His face in person. Those eyes. I will never forget them. I was sitting with the other victim and she was a nervous wreck as well.
We had to wait 2 freaking hours. His lawyer came in that late. So I sat extremely tense and anxious, knowing he was just three rows behind me, until the judge called our case. I lost it. I tried to control the tears but I couldn’t. I didn’t have to speak, but the detective had to retell my story. I wanted to scream out the details to speed the process along because it seemed to have taken forever. I had no idea it would be so emotionally draining.
I honestly didn’t want to run yesterday once I knew he was out. BUT, I found out he moved outside of town so that made me feel better. MM was told to make no contact with us-which is a fear of mine, considering I blogged about it. The other victim was attacked in her yard-so he knows where she lives.
The judge decided there was enough evidence to take the trial to a grand jury, so now I wait. I am assuming I will receive a subpoena for this too and know I will probably have to testify.
Enough of the negative, just thought I would give yall an update.
I’m excited to head back to Mississippi for the second time in two weeks-even if this trip doesn’t involve gambling with my grandmother. Running is more fun, right?
Did you use the cheat word to spell Mississippi as a kid? Do you live for spell check or are you okay with out it? Racing this weekend? Ever been to a grand jury trial?