Davis Stampede | Half Marathon

When I was in high school, good grades came pretty easily.  It may seem like a blessing but when I entered college I realized it was a curse; I didn’t really know how to study because I hadn’t had to up until that point.  (And learning how to study while you’re also trying to figure out alcohol consumption limits and explore a new independence is exhausting!)  Like most teenagers I took the SATs to position myself well on college applications.  I took an SAT prep course and bought all of the Kaplan materials and test exams.  My Dadtober even sat in on one of the classes for me when I had a soccer game so I didn’t have to miss out on the information reviewed.  I paid attention in class and took some practice exams, scoring pretty close to the 1600 point maximum (not like 1580 close, but close ;)).  So I was hopeful when Test Day actually rolled around, but I hadn’t really studied.

My high hopes were immediately deflated when I received the results weeks later.  It wasn’t a bad score by any means, but I knew I could do better, so I decided to give it another try.  I can’t remember if I studied in between the first and second attempts; my feeling is I probably did a little bit but it couldn’t have been more than flipping through material I felt I already knew.

I was more nervous the second time around; I now had something to prove to myself.  When the results of the second SAT came back I couldn’t believe it!

I scored EXACTLY the same!  Not even 10 points higher or lower.  exactly.the.same.score. =\

So I threw in the towel.  Most of the people I knew only took the test once.  I took it twice to try to prove something that clearly didn’t work out, so I was done.  I ended up getting into every college that I applied to, except the one that I thought I really wanted to go to.  How you get into UC Berkeley and not UCLA will always be a mystery to me but I ended up at UCSD and as they say, everything happens for a reason.  For real.

I bring this story up because on Sunday I ran a 1:56:32 at the Davis Stampede Half Marathon; 20 or so seconds slower, but basically exactly the same time, as my current PR.  I didn’t study prepare well at all the day before and now regret that minute-long restroom detour, but mostly, I know I could have done better.  So next time I will 🙂

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Races, The Game of Life. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s