Sunday, April 29, 2012
I got up before 4am to make it thru the traffic and across the bridge easily. The forecast was 40% chance of rain, some heavy downpours expected. It was raining as I drove to the site. I sat in my truck not wanting to get wet early. The day prior, I ran a 5K with a few sprinkles prior to the race so I was in no mood to get wet. There would be no way around that. It rained the entire race. From the gun until I crossed the finish line.
I meet my blackgirlsrun! (BGR) sisters and we talk lightly waiting to start. There will be two firsts today-- my first half and my first time entering a port-o-potty. (No words). After a delay due to a power outage, we're off.
Mile 1-- my BGR sisters are pacing very fast! I am struggling to keep pace. I am already questioning whether doing a half after running for only four months was wise. Can I keep this pace for 13.1 miles? Am I crazy for thinking I can do a half? Have I forgotten that just yesterday I PR'd my time in a 5K and won 1st place in my age group? Do I remember what my age is? OMGoodness? WTHades? I remember what I've always told my daughter--you are a single birth. "You were born by yourself. Learn to be okay wih going it alone. " I decide to slow my pace and the BGR sisters slow theirs at the same time. They begin to walk. One of them neweds to go to the bathroom and we are on a bridge. She can't run and can barely walk. We encourage her to make it to the bottom of the bridge and we spot the bathroom. The 3 of us leave the course and cross the street . The only other BGR sister in the race sees us, stops and crosses over to await the outcome wih us. 10 mins later were return to the course. There is no one behind us and the elite runners are back from the turnaround and a passing us on the other side, mile 6 for them. We are beginning mile 3. When we start again, the two that were pacing faster than I wanted to run are ahead of me. I stayed with the other BGR sister until the bottom of mile three and I decided to go it alone. They have stopped and are walking. I keep running. I remembered how GOD allowed me to run this event at the last minute because another BGR registered but couldn't do it so she offered her bib to anyone who wanted it. GOD allowed me to accept it and I had to do my best. Mile 4-5, BRIDGE!! Mile 6-7 turnaround. I am surprised that I am still running and no one of the BGR runners have caught up. At mile 7--I remind myself that all I have left is the Aventura Circle run we've done a few Sat mornings. We do 6 miles there in about an hour. This really IS possible!!! I'm really doing it!!! Miles 8-9 soggy but flat and I begin a comfortable 3:1 run/walk interval. Mile 10!!! Glory Hallelujah!!! I yell to the runners around me, " we've only got a 5K left! Anyone can run a 5K! Let's go! We got this! It's done!!" I scream a loud yell at the runners looping across from and ahead of us---"aaaaaahhhhhhh!!." The runner behind me yells"shut up and run!" We laugh like crazy and keep running! Mile 11-12 soggy, muddy, puddles everywhere and I am running around them. Really? Seriously? You are wet from head to toe and you are avoiding puddles?!? Yes. I hate wet feet. Your feet have been wet since mile2. I know. I keep running around the puddles. Mile 13 is a breeze but where the devil is the finish line? When I'm about .1 miles away, I see the clock--2:55:??. "I GOTTA GO" I say aloud to myself and I begin sprinting, right into a headwind coming off the ocean! Why must the .1 of every race be the toughest!!!! Dang!!! I keep pushing, trying, running two steps forward and one step backward until I turn the corner and enter the stretch to the finish line and it's done! I did it!!! I'm a HALF MARATHONER!!!