I've been nervous about this race for a long time. This race was a disaster for me last year, there are a lot of reasons for it some running related some not, but it was so bad that I took a break from running and gained 20 pounds. I think there is a blog post on here from last year about it all.
My MIL and what's his name were not going to make it this year. My husband was a little disappointed, but I was ok with it though because I wasn't going to have to entertain them between my finish and his. That actually did take a load off my mind.
So my one goal for the half was to finish of course but to have fun with it. No time pressure, no pace goal, not even a "I'm going to run X far before I walk", just finish it in the 3 hour time limit.
which I did
I actually ran the first two miles with my husband and the 4:30 pace group. That was just a tad bit faster than I can pull off. MY PR is 2:18 so even if I were firing on all thrusters that's a little fast so I knew it couldn't last but I thought it would be fun to start out with him. I hung with the group for about 2.5 miles and it was fun. We got to run together through the cheering throng at the beginning and then going up a long hill I felt like I was fading so I told him I was going to drop back and would see him at the finish.
That meant that I could find a little pocket of space to tuck into for the run. I like that better than trying to run at someone else's pace. I could walk when I wanted to, stop at the water stations, oh heck I could zig zag wildly all over the road if the urge struck.
The store that sponsors my bike group rides had a cheer station around mile 9. That was fun because I got woohooed on my way by. I guess they've figured out why I wasn't there for the ride this morning.
I finished in 2:42 so not a great time, but I'm happy with it because I enjoyed the race. I was over it by mile 11 but I stubborned my way to the end.
I went through the chute pretty quickly so I could dart off to the car. Well inside my head it was darting. My legs oh yikes. Also something was going on with the small of my back that was not cool so dart is a wild exaggeration.
Let's go with I made my way to the car, drove home, hobbled to the shower, leashed up the dog, and headed back to the finish line. I was pushing it but it was awfully nice to have a shower. I took my finisher's medal and number along just in case I decided I wanted more snacks, beer, water, or say a picture of us together at the end.
I got there a few minutes before the 4:30 group came in so clearly he had dropped back. He typically does really well until about mile 18 and starts the run/walk bit. The dog got a lot of attention so he was pretty happy. He was not all that thrilled about the cowbells and he did climb into some man's lap who said "oh what a pretty dog."
I worked my down a bit away from the crowd to watch for him and get Bodie away from all the cowbells. I got a pretty good picture of him about 0.1 miles from the end.
I thought about jumping out there and running in with him, but I didn't want the dog to get in someone's way. I'd hate for someone to run 26.1 miles and then trip over my dog so we ran along the sidewalk behind the crowd to keep him in sight.
That was when Bodie saw him and started to freak out. Some people tried to pet him when we were cutting over to the chute and he just blew them off and dragged me to where he saw his daddy. Then he dove under the barricade while I tried to reel him in. I would have just handed him over but Brian was so tired and sore that he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control him. I have visions of him jumping up on the bagel table - not good. So I coaxed him back under and we walked around to the end of the chute to meet up.
We're both a little sore today. It was a take-out day last night. I'm pretty happy though. Now that the half is over I'm going to do more cycling but this year I'm not just burned out and sick of running.
I'd say that is a rousing success.
Next up is the Turkey Trot 8k.