I lined up for round two at the Rock The Parkway Half Marathon Saturday morning with that familiar anxious feeling in my stomach and a hot playlist on deck – all thanks to Pete! (for the playlist, not the nervous butterflies)
I’ll cut right to the chase/my finishing time, since I’m sure you’re all curious. I came in at 2:14:23.5 and you’ll notice that’s a far cry from the goal I set for myself. Things were going okay at first, not great, but okay. Shanley and I kept about a 9 minute mile pace through the first 6 miles, but I was driving the struggle bus.
You don’t have to be a mathematician to figure that I slowed down significantly during the second half of the race. After I broke apart from Shanley around mile 7 I started to crumble both mentally and physically. I tried to focus on the mantra I repeat to myself at Bar Method when my thighs want to give out or I’m positive that someone has actually lit my abs on fire. My body is stronger than my mind lets on. But it didn’t seem to be working and the piercing in my right lung and the pain in my upper back was screaming the exact opposite. The last five miles were a bit of a blur. Run, walk, run, walk, water, how much fartherrrrr.
The tears welled up in my eyes when I saw my Dad at mile 12 and I smiled for the first time in the last two hours. Then came Harper and Rhonda a little farther down and then I saw it, that glorious finish line. I ditched my ear buds as soon as I could see it because I knew that I would be able to hear the rest of my family and friends cheering and I wasn’t about to miss them. I can’t even put into words how much it meant to me to have so many people there cheering me on.
Half marathon number four wasn’t my best race, but it wasn’t my worst and at the end of the day, I still beat last year’s time. So I’m chalking this one up as a win and I’m on to the next one!
Pro tip/funny story: My Grandma had asked Pete what color my shoes were so that she could be looking for me and bless his heart, he wasn’t sure. So she moved on to my top and he said he thought it had some blue on it. As you can see, it’s a white top with teeny tiny gray stripes on it. My bib and sports bra were blue, but that’s about it! #men
I found this to be rather hilarious and it reminded me that I should probably give everyone a heads up on what I’m wearing next time around so that they aren’t trying to pick out a needle in a haystack (or better yet, wear something a little louder).