My running group and I have been training for this half for a few months. I ran the race last year just for fun. It was much cooler last year. We were up at 5:30, had coffee and a bagel, and got dressed.
This was my friend, Melissa's, first half marathon.
The group.
And again.
We got in our corrals. There was a 5k race, but they were in the last corral. I was in corral 1. I was nervous about the humidity and temps. It was 70 and 89% humidity. Not good for a race and wanting a substantial PR. My last half was this one last year and I ran a 2:13. I didn't train for it, it was in between my 2 full marathons. I was shooting for a sub 2.
The 2 hour pace team was in my corral. I ran around them the first 6 miles. This guy was wearing a plaid skirt! He had the pace on his head somehow. The other guy was from Trinidad. He was amusing.
The water was beyond those trees.
Right on track.
This was about 7ish miles into the race. Many ran on the sidewalk because the cobblestone roads were too uneven. At this point I was second guessing my ability to try for my goal.
I started to get a side stitch. I had this for what seemed like a few miles. I didn't keep track. It was annoying. Because of the humidity, I was really thirsty. I was hot. I went back and forth in my head about trying to keep a sub 9 minute pace.
I took a Gu at mile 2 and between mile 6 &7. I drank gatorade at the first 2 waterstops then stayed with water since that is what I drink on my training runs.
It was a mental battle. "I can't break 2. I think I might have a chance. It's too hot. This cramp won't go away. This is a race, it's supposed to hurt. Pain is weakness leaving the body. Now my stomach is queasy. I am thirsty. Where's the next water stop? I can do this. I want to stop. Maybe that will make me feel better. No, you can't stop! You've worked too hard for this!!"
Then we headed toward downtown for the last few miles. Before mile 9, this girl comes up beside me and tells me if I stop, then she stops. I guess she was pacing with me? I say, "I'm trying to break 2." She says, "Me too, we can do this."
We then passed mile marker 10 and it said, 1:30. Now this wasn't accurate with our chip time, but close enough. I figured we could maybe crank out the rest before 2. We would have to pick up the pace. By this time, my legs felt like they couldn't go any faster. My stomach felt weird. I was thirsty.
We kept a good pace until we hit Tropicana Stadium. We ran through it....on the astro turf. Not my favorite part. It was hard to run on.
We hit mile 12 shortly after. I knew in my heart there was no way for a sub 2. I was fine with that. I dug deep to finish strong and my new friend, Melissa was a few seconds ahead of me. My time was 2:01:46.
I shaved off 11 minutes from my half marathon last year!
The finish line.
These two girls both pr'd. They finished before me.
We couldn't take enough pictures.
#85/586 in age group. #520 out of 3,901.