Well folks I got a new shiny PR! Woohoo! That means I ran a Personal Best. I needed to beat 2:11 and I got 2:04:12. Personally I loved the race. The course was pretty flat. That’s all it really takes to win me over. And there was a pretty cute guy in a speedo playing a guitar along the way.
Thankfully, I hitched a ride with a bunch of my running buddies. We got there super early because we all are a little neurotic and nervous on race day. Thank goodness I have them because they are great making light of the fact we are all about to run our butts off. We were supposed to take a big group picture with our running club but man, we couldn’t find where we were supposed to be. Instead, we waited in line at the porta potties a few times. If you have never run in a race, that’s what you do. I call it nervous peeing.
Everyone said it was bad conditions. It was misting and super humid. Honestly, I wasn’t bothered too much. I’ve been in worse for sure. I planned on running a 9:45 pace for the first half and a 9:30 for the second half. The problem was, I wanted to beat a 2:10 time and I didn’t actually do any math. At about mile 5 the 2:10 pacer flew right on by me. Shocked me! So, I lit a fire under my butt and started running. I averaged a 9:00 minute pace the rest of the race. Brought me in at a 2:04:12.
I know some of you reading this are way faster. Me, however, I have never maintained that pace for that distance. It seems that dreaded track work that we endure every week is working.
I celebrated by getting my 2013 and 2014 medal they owed me and a beer. Then I met up with my buddies, congratulated them, and headed to the car to change so we could watch our full friends finish. Have you ever been with six other stinky, sweaty, women all trying to completely change out of compression clothes inside of a car? Well, I thought the race was challenging. Oh boy. Try to do the tight sports bra shuffle in the back seat of an SUV and let me know how it goes.
Then we marched to the finish line and stood in the cold rain for an hour or so waiting on our full friends to finish. It was so emotional! Partly because I was freezing and my muscles were shutting down, but mostly because they were at the end of something they worked so long to achieve. And they were all crying. Man, I’m so proud of them but they scared the hell out of me for New Orleans.
It seemed to have lit another fire under my butt. Until January 25th I’m doing everything Coach tells me to do, keeping up with my cross training and keeping my diet in check. Running 26.2 miles is no easy feat it seems.