As you might know from my previous posts, my goal was to finish in under 2 hours. I'll cut right to the chase and tell you I did not meet my goal. I'm pretty disappointed, but I still feel like I ran a pretty solid race.
|One of my favorite pics from the day...I feel like I'm looking strong.|
For starters, I slept horribly the night before. For my first half, I figured it was a total fluke that I slept OK. I must have been right because this sure was not the case this time around.
However, I did keep reminding myself that I was racing on the little sister's lucky number. Had to make the biggest cheerleader proud, especially on her number!
So, I got up around 5 am for the customary PB toast and banana breakfast. Yum!
Then, I met up with the family to head to the race.
The race sent out warning e-mails days earlier about the predicted heat. I figured that, since I was running the half and not the full marathon, that I would beat it. Not the case.
|Started off in the shade...this was good.|
The race was a little tougher than I expected to start, but about two miles in, after I tackled a big hill at the 3 mile point, I started to get "comfortable" in my pace, which was right where I needed it to be. Ashley, the BIL, and my mom stationed themselves at mile 8, which was an excellent pick-me-up.
|Giving Ashley the time update..."It's gonna be close!"|
Then, the 9:10 pace group passed me. I knew I needed to be in front of them. I admit it; I cried. I felt totally defeated and almost walked. Then I told myself that I should at least run it out as best I could. Maybe I wouldn't make my goal, but I was still determined to PR.
Then came the dreaded hill...again. This hill came just before mile 11. I powered up without walking, relaxed on the way down. Then I hit the bottom and decided I would give myself a slightly longer walk break at the water stop.
And this is where trouble insued.
I started walking and got the shakes. Fingers and knees. Not good.
Started running again...and knew there was a problem. I was not going to be able to run this thing out. I stopped again.
And I panicked.
None of my training involved heat like this. I had never experienced shakiness like this. Suddenly, it occurred to me that I might not be able to finish.
I allowed myself some more walking, ran a little, walked again, and couldn't stop thinking of how much I would disappoint my cheering section if I walked across the finish line, and how much I would disappoint myself if I didn't PR.
Then, a girl passed me who I know from work. I saw her at the start, and I was, I admit, excited when I passed her. I made myself start to run again. I considered asking if she wanted to run together, as I knew I needed something to get me to the finish. I was straight-up scared.
Just as I was about to ask her, she stopped to tie her shoe. Here was my opportunity--a goal to beat.
So I kept on running and did not stop until I crossed the finish line.
2:03:21. I didn't meet my goal, but I did beat my previous time by well over three minutes. Let me tell you; I don't know if I've ever been so releaved to be done with something. That was scary.
This post is getting long, and I will definitely be touching on this subject again soon. For now, I have to say that I am disappointed, but still proud of myself for making it through, and still loving running just as much as on race morning.
Before I go, though, I have to give a large shout-out to the most amazing cheering section. These people are fantastic supporters for me, and I really, truly could not have finished this race if I didn't know I had this people waiting for me at the end.
|I am one lucky girl.|
Any tips for hot weather racing?