Since April 2010 I have run one 10 miler (Cherry Blossom), four half marathons (Canton 13.1, BAA, Newport and Hyannis, and one full marathon (Walt Disney World!). Basically I have training for a long distance race non-stop (give or take) for an entire year and I am le tired. I don't know what happened to the girl who once said "I'm just not built to run," but I think she's dead somewhere on a race course.
I signed up for the Hyannis half marathon as a way to ensure that I wouldn't stop running after the marathon. After months of training the last thing I wanted to do was lose all of the endurance that I'd worked so hard to build. Training for this race was challenging because of the weather. I can't run on the dreadmill, not for any significant distance. That meant that my long runs were either outside or they didn't happen at all. Add to that a birthday weekend bender and it means that I only did a handful of long runs and only one which was double digits. I went into the race with a singular goal: SURVIVAL.
I woke up at the crack of ass on Sunday morning (it's a real time, I swear - it's somehwere between 6:00 and 6:15am) only to look out the window and see a fresh coating of snow on the ground. Greeeaaaat. I don't like walking to the bus stop in the rain or snow, and that's 3 blocks away from my apartment. Was I really about to run for 2+ hours in this weather? The answer was: HELL YES.
It was snowing and wet but it wasn't all that frigid, so figuring out my outfit was a little challenging. I decided on winter weight leggings, a wicking t-shirt, a long sleeved pullover with a hood, a water resistent jacket (with removeable sleeves) and a hat. I was a little warm but once I remove the sleeves at mile five I was much more comfortable. I tried really hard to take in my surroundings. The race course was actually beautiful - running past snow covered beaches is lovely. Except when the snow is still coming down and is going down your shirt and into your eyes - then it's just a pain in the ass. Other than a niggling pain in my ankle, I felt pretty solid physically.
I realized pretty early on that this was not going to be a PR for me, and I was okay with that. I hadn't earned it, hadn't trained for that. So when Julia turned to me around mile 8 and asked if I could help get her to a PR my answer was another resounding HELL YES. I spent the rest of the race just having fun. It was the first time I'd ever run a half marathon and just.. relaxed. I was more than happy to help pace and goad Julia towards the finish line. Around mile 11 I looked back at her and I said "PR this bitch!!". When she said she felt like puking I responded "cool, you can puke if you need to, but then we're going to run". I always say that finding a good running partner is like dating -and our running styles definitely mesh, which is why I knew I could give her some tough love. I was so excited for Julia's PR and even more excited that I was able to be a part of it.
Oh, and remember when I said I'd have another race picked out before even crossing the finish line? Yea.. I promised Juls I'd run Worcester with her in June if she PR'd. Well that gives me a few weeks to relax, right? Right!
Number eight.. here I come!
Oh, and we're going to make t-shirts that say "PR this bitch!".