|The day before the race, picking up race packet. R is very|
impressed with the cow mascot
I finished with a time of 1:48:11.That breaks down to an average pace of 8:18 min/mile. That is 10 minutes FASTER than I ran this same race last year. It's 30 minutes FASTER than I ran my first half marathon April of last year (2011).
I cannot tell you how incredibly happy I am with this race. I not only gave birth to R five months before the race, I also had major health issues, which I went into in my pre-race blog post. I have also never run that fast for any amount of distance. So to pull it off in a half marathon and feel amazing the entire time, it's just awesome.
|The morning of the race, giving my|
bib some good luck crinkles
Leading up to race day I had a couple of good long runs and felt confident I could pull off an 8:30 pace. The course for this race is mostly flat and I train with some hills. The problem is that the bigger hills are all at the end. So I talked to the girl I would be running with and me made plans to run 8:30 for 5-6 miles, evaluate how we felt and increase pace to 8:20.
Race day arrived and I'm feeling good. I meet up with my running partner for the very first time and we head to the starting line. We go out pretty fast, but we are both feeling good. We are even chatting a bit. Which probably pissed some people off because who can chat when racing? I held us back, keeping us between an 8:20 and an 8:33 pace. We felt good but I didn't want us to hit the wall and I knew we planned to kick it in at the end.
|Getting some good luck lovin' before the race|
|This is the elevation, per my garmin, of the course.|
So you can see where the hills are
Hills come and we keep a pretty good pace, slower but we were able to manage it and we passed people the whole time. We see a sign for mile 11 and look at each other and go..where did mile 10 go?
We hit mile 12 and pretty much said..let's do this thing! And increased paced a bit more. Mile 13 arrives and we both decide it's only one more mile, we've GOT this. So we kept pace and tried to increase a bit. We come down off the last down hill. We knew it was flat to the finish. We rounded a turn and can see the finish and I said something like "There it is..let's do this" and we both kicked it in. We gave it our all, sprinting as best as we could. Which probably did not look like sprinting but after running 13 miles it's the best we could do.
|Mile splits per my garmin|
I feel that maybe I was too conservative in the beginning because we did both feel sooo good the whole time. However I also had the familiar "I think I'm going to puke" feeling at the end and I've realized that's a sign I've pushed my body. I also felt my legs almost give out several times in the last two miles. So I think I did race this one very smart. I also think that if we did go faster in the beginning, I might not have been able to keep up the pace or negative split the race. We did go faster than we originally planned but we were able to race it with negative splits like we wanted. We not only beat our time goal, we CRUSHED it. We did the last two miles under an 8 min pace! That feels soo damn good. Yes, we had downhills, but we also had uphills. We both just gave it our all it and it payed off.
|At the finish line, after the puking, sharing my joy with R|
|My running buddy! I couldn't have done it without her|
|I couldn't help sharing one last phot. Giving R some love after|