Lets begin with my thoughts going into the race.
After 64 hrs of work in 5 days averaging 4 hrs of sleep a night:
“Why the F am I running a Half?”
“Why is this race starting at 7am?”
“I am so jealous of my dad and sister running the Brooklyn Half this morning in New York…so much cooler than Fishers,IN”
“Really regretting the Mexican binge fest I had with my friend last night at Cancun…barf.”
“Where is this race anyways?”
“Oh crap… I never picked up my race packet”
“I am a complete shambly mess this morning and have no one to share it with”
Despite all these thoughts and my already very-low expectations that I set for myself, I surprised myself out there!
7am start time was actually great. So muggy/humid today, and I knew that it would only get worse as the morning went on. The race was very organized and I had plenty of time to pick up my race packet, go to the bathroom, stretch, go to the bathroom, stand, go to the bathroom, get free chap-stick from some vendor, go to the bathroom…you know, normal pre-race stuff.
Well, despite the 100 bathroom breaks before the race, you better believe I was one of the first ones to use the port-a-potty at mile 1. — Safe to say Mexican is NOT a good pre-race meal. (Ya ok, DUH Andrea…)
I took it easy for the first 5 miles, just sighting through the beautiful neighborhoods and lake side. Miles 5-10 I picked it up after evaluating my body and how I felt.
(((Port-a-potty visit again at mile 10. Ugh seriously?? Mexican I love/hate youuu)))
Last 3 miles I started finally “racing”. That was not at all in my plan for the day, but I figured picking it up for the last 3 miles would be fine.
I finished in OFFICIAL time of 1:34.0 and my watch time (I paused for bathroom stops. If you feel that is cheating, well then so be it. Whatev’s) was 1:31.0
Fun fact— mile 10 bathroom stop included me running into a port-a-potty that didn’t lock, and while do the awkward “squat-while-wiping”, another male runner opened the door on me and flashed me to the entire race field. Awesome. I really am not embarrassed by things like that… especially around other athletes, but I felt bad for the others who full-on saw me. They looked embarrassed. Poor guys…
Ended up being totally fun and I will definitely do it again! Now I am super SUPER tired ha and still alone as my family is living it up in NYC without me. Rude.
How did everyone elses race/runs/jogs/couch-sitting go today??