Half marathon number 11 is in the bag!
Brittney and I at the expo the night before
I didn’t PR (though I should have) but I met my goals so I am very happy.
Michelle and I pre-race
Brittney and the other Michelle
I say almost because the start was such a disaster. We- Jen, Michelle, Brittney, Michelle, and Ellevive- were stuck in a crowd of people and literally could not line up. In the 30+ races I’ve done, I’ve never seen anything like this. Finally, 2 minutes after the gun went off, we snuck through a fence and hopped into the race right before the starting line.
I run without music. I know you think I’m nuts. I’m always asked “what do you do to keep yourself entertained?” Well friends, here’s a glimpse into my mind:
Mile 1: 9:28. Move people, move, move, move. Ugh, I cannot believe the start is such a cluster. Dashing in and out of people is going to make this course long, but whatever. Oh this isn’t working. Hold back Jen, hold back. This will thin out.
Mile 2: 7:41. I really need to spit. But there are way too many people around. I can’t get to the side. What to do? Here goes nothing. Did I really just spit on my own shoe? I’m so gross.
Mile 3: 7:28. These hills aren’t nearly as bad as I remember. Well I guess since I raced in the freaking mountains, anything seems doable. I hope my friends are feeling the same way. I wonder where they are? Did they get stuck in mile 1, too?
Mile 4: 7:37. I’m hot. Way overdressed. It’s got to be like 10 degrees warmer than when we first started. Good-bye gloves, you were good to me. To take my zip up off or leave it on? Crap. I have to leave it on. I’m wearing a white shirt and white sports bra. Poor planning, Jen.
Mile 5: 7:52. Oh we’re by the yoga studio! I cannot believe I recognize a part of Charlotte. Go me. I wish I was doing yoga. Yoga is so warm. Stretching would feel so good right now. I want to stretch my left piriformis. Hmmmm, it was this race 2 years ago that I hurt my right piriformis. Thunder Road is not good for your butt.
Mile 6: 7:47. Omg, the old guy next to me is running his 103rd marathon. He’s going to pass me. Good for you old dude, pass me, own it. Now he just said he ran Philly a few weeks ago and he feels “slow”. Oh to be so slow!
Mile 7: 7:46. I need to pee. Do I stop? No, you don’t stop Jen. You can pee in an hour. You’ve had to pee before and held it that long. Pretend you’re on an airplane stuck on the runway for the next hour. How much would that suck? Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now.
Mile 8: 7:49. Actually, I could really use a downhill right now. This is the Thunder Road I remember. My butt hurts. A lot. Hubby better massage my butt tonight. He’s actually a horrendous butt massager. Should I get a massage this week? How do I ask the massage therapist to rub my butt without sounding inappropriate?
Mile 9. 7:44. I’m five miles away. Wow, look at my time. I feel great. If I book it, I can PR. PR on Thunder Road?! No way. Can I pick up my speed though? I don’t want to burn out. Burn out? Oh my gosh, I haven’t taken my Gu! Time to eat that sucker. Yum, you little caffeinated pack of icing. I love you.
Mile 10: 7:57. And now I’m thirsty. I hate you for doing this to me Gu. The faster I run, the faster I can get done and chug water. Ok feet, move faster. You’re going to regret this. Try to PR. You can do it. Show Thunder Road who’s boss. Crap, I can’t. I’m going to ignore you, Garmin.
Mile 11: 7:52. Oh I know where I am again! It’s the booty loop. Ouch, my booty hurts.
Mile 12: 8:02. But my stomach doesn’t hurt! What a victory. My lactose intolerance diet is no fun, but I feel so much better. Though I probably shouldn’t have eaten Chinese food last night. The sodium in that meal is likely contributing to my thirst. Oh no, look at that hill ahead. Oh but there’s a water stop… in the middle of the hill! I need to stop for a drink but how am I going to get going again?
Mile 13: 7:47. Jen, pick up the pace. Ahh, I can’t. I would be getting a PR in a few minutes if it wasn’t for that congested first mile. Don’t give up! But my legs cannot move any faster. I have nothing left. Hello, wind tunnel.
.18: 7:42 pace. Legs, why aren’t you sprinting? Who’s legs are you? Certainly not mine. I want my old legs back. Oh look, I’m done! YAY!
13.18 miles in 1:43:53 (7:53 pace)! We're still awaiting official results.
I am extremely happy I beat my goal. I never thought I’d finish just 41 seconds short of my PR. I didn’t think I had it in me to hold a sub-8 pace for a half marathon. I’m also happy my splits were fairly constant.
But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit disappointed. If the first mile wasn’t so congested, I probably would have PR’d. Oh well. Just a reason to do another half soon, right?
Michelle, Me, Brittney, Michelle, and Ellevive
This was my last race of 2010. I'm so glad to end on a high note