Honestly, around Mile 11 I couldn't help thinking, this race is going really fast, but I don't want to stop running, I feel fantastic! Words cannot express how totally jacked I am about this race. Running has been so hard the past year, and I haven't felt like I've made any progress. Every time I run a race, I've just been dreading it, then I phone it in and I'm mad at myself afterward. It hasn't been fun, it has felt like work. This race, I didn't get hung up on things, I actually got a decent night's sleep, probably because I told myself not to get so worked up, and I just showed up to do my best.
|Horrifying, but tastey|
To prepare for this race I:
- Never ran more than six miles in a training run
- Didn't really run much at all--only 14 miles for the whole month of May
- Had a blue icee and a few beers the night before
What worked in this race:
- The weather. There was no wind, and it was high humidity. The humidity was a bit gross, but the light rain overnight and mid race sprinkles tempered all the allergens in the air, and my breathing was easy.
- The damp in the air also kept things cool. Yes, I was soaked by the end, but every now and then there was a light breeze which kept everything comfortable.
- I brought three shotbloks, and took them at miles 4, 6.5 and 9 along with a small amount of water. Since it was so humid, I didn't really need to drink much, which gave my stomach a break.
- Beer and a light dinner the night before. I've really noticed that when I have a couple beers but don't eat much after 6pm, my run is almost always awesome the next day. Food upsets my stomach, but beer calms it down, and I guess it's carb loading? I'm sure my tummy is just a weird one.
Never before have I not walked a in a 1/2 marathon--sad, but true. This time, I walked while eating shotbloks and drinking water, just to keep my tummy happier, but that's it!