We didn't sleep very good the night before and we were up and anxious to go at 5:30.
|Ready to Run!|
|Uh, popping a squat before the race?|
RBK's dad was a great supporter. He dropped us of near the starting line at about 6:30. The race started at 7:00, so that was enough time to hit the honey buckets, take some pictures, stretch out a little, and walk to the start line. Much better than parking far away and taking the shuttle bus to the start line.
I'm glad we didn't have to start at the bottom of that first hill. There were a lot of hills to come later, no reason to start off that way. RBK's dad and his girlfriend were waiting at about the 4th mile. My first goal was just to make it all the way to them without a break. I knew I was not prepared for this race, so I tried to stay smart. Taking it easy and taking breaks before I was too exhausted.
It took a while for my legs to get loosened up and to get my mind right. Once I got in my zone, I became a little optimistic for second. Once the hills started, I wasn't as optimistic, this was going to be hard. I tried to stay focused and before I knew it I saw Papa Clyde cheering us on. We stopped for a picture.
We popped our tunes in our ears and we were off. The course was very beautiful, well, Minnesota is very beautiful. I tried to stay distracted from how hard this course was by enjoying the town and my music, but it wasn't easy. RBK wanted to us to do the race together but she is so much faster than me it was hard for her to hold back. She would run with me, run faster and get ahead of me, then turn around and come back and meet me again. I started shooting eye daggers at her. I hated holding her back but she wanted us to stay together and I just couldn't keep up.
Thank goodness for Coheed and Cambria. I got a second wind and I relaxed my form as much as I could. I really felt like I got into a groove. My pace didn't really get better and I was still taking walk breaks, but my shoulder were relaxed and I came out of my fog. Just in time for photographer.
After mile 10, RBK was a good bit ahead of me. I stopped to slip on my ankle brace. Kristina didn't come back. I ran/walked and focused on making it to Papa Clyde again, who was waiting at mile 12. We had driven the course the day before and I knew that right before where he would be waiting was a long downhill. I couldn't wait to reach it.
Not long after I finished the first marathoner crossed the line. I'm glad I beat that guy, just for my ego. My goal for this race was just to finish with a better time than my first half marathon, and I did just that. Finishing this race meant even more than usual because it qualified me for HALF FANATICS!!!!!!! #1124 Right here baby! That was my third half in 90 days.