Well, I went and did it! I ran the Rock & Roll Half Marathon in St. Louis today.
It was barking cold. I look a little crazed here!
I wish they could think of another thing to call the corral than a corral. It made me want to moo the entire time! My daughter took this pic. I'm up there somewhere!
Like Cinericia, I had a plan and ran according to the plan. My plan was :
(It was my plan and I planned it! for all you Red Dwarf fans out there)
1.Start at my usual 5K pace.
2. Ease off around the middle a bit.
3. NOT have my knee explode.
4. NOT have my hip dislocate.
5. Cross the finish line standing.
Heck, I crossed the finish line RUNNING, though it took pure will power to make sure the picture of me crossing the finish line was NOT a picture of me crawling across like some shot-down World War I fighter pilot trying to cross the Sahara.
So how do I feel? Exhausted, Elated, and with an even greater admiration for Marathoners. I do not think I will ever join their ranks, and I’m okay with that. Another half? I would want to be in better shape (I hear you Cheeky!) But it wasn’t my running training that let me down, it was cutting back on the cross training! My hip flexors were very angry at me for this one and my knee started barking around mile 7. So I need to figure out something for that soon.
All-in-all, I’m pretty proud of myself. My time just in! I did the half marathon in 02:26:47. It was an 11:12 pace, but considering I walked the better part of four miles, I'm not crying.
I have no pictures of me dropping to the ground, shovelling bananas, bagels and clementines into my face. But here's one of Rose and me when we had recovered enough to hobble back to the hotel :
And check this out, my geeky friends (you know who you are!) My bib number was a palindrome!