With Anthony back in the running game, we have to take turns with our races. Months ago, we had decided that I would run the 3M Half Marathon (I did run it and PR'd too!) and he would run the Austin Half Marathon in February. Plus, I knew I had to work the race expo at the Austin Marathon and I thought that might make me a little too tired to run the race the next day.
Since the 3M Half on Jan 17th, I have continued with my running but only doing shorter runs of 3-4 miles long. Absolutely ZERO long runs because hey, I wasn't really training for anything. Last week, I returned to attending Body Pump classes at the YMCA (a weight lifting class) and my glutes and quads were oh so angry with me. I ran twice last week- both runs were difficult because my legs were so tired from the weight lifting.
Friday and Saturday, I did this- worked the Zooma booth at the Austin Marathon Expo. I was on my feet for 6 hours on Friday and 8 hours on Saturday.
I chatted with Anthony, he said *DO IT* and *I will work on the kid care while you work the expo*. I texted with Laura and Nora both whom said *DO IT, YOU WILL BE FINE*.
So, I did it. With about 18 hours to spare, I said YES to running 13.1 miles on Sunday morning that I had not intended on running.
Par for the course, I laid out my clothes the night before and had an intimate session with my foam roller. I still hadn't bought new running shoes so I would be once again, running in my old, ratty, falling apart New Balance clicks.
I have a few things to say about this race:
- I had zero expectations for this run. I just wanted to have fun as the Austin Half has been on my *to run races* list for a very long time. No expectations except NOT to injure myself.
- I was not going to *race it*. I decided from the get go it would be a nice and easy run with short run/walk intervals for as long as possible. I am talking 30/30's for the first 5 miles. For those who don't know what I am talking about, I mean I ran 30 seconds, walked 30 seconds and attempted to keep my heart rate as low as possible.
- I switched to 1/1's at some point. After a while, I didn't really follow a schedule, just ran and walked when I felt like it.
- The first 5 miles were the hardest for me. My feet were so tired from all the standing the two days prior and they were sore. However, the longer I ran, the better my feet and calves felt. STRANGE!
- Middle miles were all on autopilot.
- I hit an endorphin high somewhere between miles 11-12. I cried like a baby and was so happy that my feet had carried me that far with little soreness. I was so GRATEFUL to be outdoors doing something I love, no matter how fast or slow I was going. Boo hoo, big happy, grateful tears. Yes, I continue to remain a sap.
- With 0.5 miles to go, the female marathon winner passed me and I got to see her fly by with her police escort. It was fantastic to see and SO inspiring. She had a guy right on her heels and with 0.4 miles left to go, she kicked it into even higher gear and left him in her dust. Freaking awesome!
- That inspired me. I knew I had gas left in the tank and I ALL OUT SPRINTED as fast as my legs could carry me the last 0.2 miles- I was pumping arms, legs, everything. AWESOME END to an UNEXPECTED RACE.
- The crowds for this race were the best I have ever encountered. So much fun!
- I wore my Peacock Noir skirt from Sparkle Skirts and had no less than 5 women stop me in the first 7 miles to compliment me on my skirt and ask where I had gotten it. No lie. Also, BEST running skirt ever!
- This was one of my slowest halfs to date. Official race time: 2:47:06 with an average pace of 12:45/mile. However, I consider this race a huge success given the amount of walking I did, the circumstances leading up to race day, and the heat and humidity of that day. I don't care what my time was because I HAD THE BEST TIME.
- One of my favorite races to date.
- Muscle memory is a beautiful thing and the fact that I have minimal soreness the next day is also very beautiful. In fact, I was MORE sore after the 3M Half. Weird!
Also, check out how fantastic this race medal is. I LOVE IT.
This guy right here, my husband Anthony.
Let me explain. Anthony has been a runner forever. He proposed to me after he ran his first half marathon, back in 1998. When I ran my first half marathon, he ran his LAST marathon (this was in June 2010) and then took a 3.5 year break. He only returned to running in September 2013. He has been so dedicated and disciplined with his training runs since then. As a running couple, we have had to work out the *when* of our long runs. I would like to think that running has brought us closer together.
Anyhoo, this was his first race after that long break. He hit a homerun with a time of 2:03:55. I am so proud of him. He has already looked up the *next* race because he *just* knows he can beat that time. Would you mind giving him a virtual high five, a congrats, a whatever, too? Thanks.
This was a pretty long race report for a race that I wasn't running until the last minute, huh?