|Nearing the finish line|
It's not a pose this year
|Consistency. For most of the miles!|
I'd planned to fuel about every 3 miles. So, that's why mile 4 looks a little slower because I stopped to walk while I ate a couple of dates and drank some water. Around mile 6.15 I picked up a half of a banana from the Fruitti Tutti station and carried it until I hit mile 7 when I stopped to walk and eat/drink, again. I had a slight slow down through the park because there were a few spots that were totally under water so I was trying to get around them without getting cold feet, again. I wasn't able to avoid some of the water on the Wiowash trail so my feet were already wet and I wanted to avoid any additional cold footedness. Apparently footedness isn't a word but since it's my blog I'm using it.
I really wanted to hang onto my pace through the park. I knew that last year when I ran this race I lost my pace group sometime before I made it back to the Wisconsin Street bridge (before the park) so I knew if I could hang on to the pace through the park this year that I'd be better off but as I crossed through the park I knew I was fading. I reminded myself that Dan was going to be somewhere between miles 11-12 and that I'd probably walk a little bit when I saw him so I tried to keep going. I started to run with two women wearing neon green jackets. It was fantastic to have someone to run with for a little bit because we started chatting so I stopped thinking about my hamstrings that were hurting and my fingertips that were cold.
|I wore a blue ribbon to promote Colon Cancer Awareness|
Around mile 12.5 I saw my sister, Brenda, and her friend, Jes. They cheered for me and I wanted to run again. I tried, made it about a quarter mile and felt my calf muscles start to protest so I walked a little ways. When I got to the Main Street bridge I knew I had about a quarter of a mile to go and I knew that the faster I got this over with that the sooner I could stop and stretch! So, I mustered all the strength I had left and started running. As I got to the top of the bridge I saw my brother-in-law, Alex, and friend, Kristi, waiting and cheering. I smiled and rounded the last corner to the finish chute. My legs hurt. I wanted to stop. Then I looked down at my shirt and saw the blue ribbon that I'd pinned to my bib and thought of Judy, a friend who was recovering from surgery. I realized that I had nothing to complain about and pushed through the pain. I crossed the finish line with an official time of 2:20:12.
When I told Coach Barbara that I was going to run another half in less than a month she told me I was a bit of a loon. Well... I did feel like I was flying through the half marathon. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!
What'd you do this weekend?
What's your next race?