|Ah, how little we knew how this is going to play out.|
|I should have kept on my gloves of flame--|
Perhaps they would have helped.
I had my music player all ready to go, but since we stood around for so long it powered itself off. After the gun (yep, they used a real gun), I was trying to get it to turn on and forgot to turn my watch on until well after I crossed the start line. So my official time will remain a mystery until they post the results. After I got my music going, and my watch on, I was feeling really pumped. Mr. Bump took an embarrassing video of the start line that demonstrates just how pumped I was, but I veto showing it to you.
There are a couple of hills in the first two miles, and I managed them pretty well. I started out with about 10:40s, which didn't feel too fast, so I didn't think I was pushing too hard. I fell in step with a guy who had a steady 10:40 to 11:00 minute pace, and while I fell behind a couple of times, I'd catch him back up again after a walk break. We chatted a little bit. Somewhere after mile 4 I seemed to catch a second wind. By the halfway point, I was feeling pretty good. I was pushing hard for me, and I was feeling it in my glutes and calves, but I was doing ok.
|There is a teeny pink dot in the middle that is me, a loser alone on the road.|
|That hot pink blob in the middle of the picture is me. Walking.|
|Me running toward the finish line. Feebly.|
|Oh my god why am I not finished yet?!?|
|This is what pathetic looks like.|
|Where the hell is the finish line? And why is it still so far away?|
|F-ing finally. I can go die now.|
I feel like I need to defend myself, somehow. The official time isn't up yet, but I think I finished in the 2:33 range. This is about six minutes faster than my previous time on the course. But about 13 minutes slower than I did on my last half marathon. This is definitely a tougher course. The end is just brutal with the hills. And my time was pretty much all over the place.
I'm trying to figure out what I did wrong, without wanting to admit that I did something wrong. Did I not fuel soon enough, or often enough? Did I start out too fast? Should I have walked some hills that I ran? Or did I do the best I could, and it just wasn't my day? I felt so strong, so ready. I can't figure out what happened.
I PR'd for the course.
I left everything out there. I had nothing left in the tank at the end.
I wasn't passed by a 70 year old speed walker.
I ran most of the first half, even the hills.
I didn't get sick.
I didn't PR.
I didn't maintain my pace.
I was passed by a whole lot of other people.
I walked more of the second half than the first.
I thought I was going to get sick afterward the race, from too much liquids.
I have a nice blister on my right second-in-command toe.
I need to foam roll out my IT bands, but I'm scared it's going to hurt.
I am going to sleep well, unless the pain awakens me.
I'm going to do this again in three weeks, on an even tougher course. Hold me.
Well, that's all I can possibly say about that. Feevty-feevty it was.
And to leave you on a upbeat note, Mr. Bump took a picture of a dog, who runs like I wish I did.