In the last year I’ve run several half marathons, but two of them I ran in almost exactly the same amount of time. In one, it was a slow, easy run. I felt amazing the entire time. At the end I had that feeling like I could go forever. I did not push myself, it was relaxed. In the second I had miles where I felt fantastic, but I pushed. I pushed the entire way and harder for 4 miles of it. You can tell I was pushing hard because my time dropped. The numbers showed my struggle. In the easier race, I was by myself, doing my own thing, wanting to push harder but sticking to the plan that it was an easy race. In the second race, Pete paced me. Without him I would have walked, my time wouldn’t have been nearly as good.
Pete and I coming down the final chute
At mile 4 I felt a little nauseous but it went away. At mile 8 I told Pete I felt really nauseous. He told me in his calm, supportive manner that I could throw up when I crossed the finish line. Okie dokie then. By mile 10 the feeling was gone. I had some tough miles and some great miles along the way. It was cold, constantly drizzling, windy, rolling hills, breathtaking autumn views of trees, fields, a lake. Pete commented that the scenery and weather must remind me of New England and indeed it did. At mile 11 I felt my body ache. My right hip is a little out, my upper back doesn’t feel too bad, my muscles are working….. At mile 11 I was feeling tired. Then the finished loomed. My kids were cheering, Taylor ran us in and Pete’s power of suggestion happened. The last 3 miles I didn’t feel nauseous at all but as soon as I crossed the finish line I dry heaved in some bushes. Sexy, I know.
Hand on my mouth, looking for a bush…..
Thank you to this friend and teammate. Pete, you pushed me through.
I still managed to pull off 3rd place in my age division
For whatever reason, this was a tough race for me in a string of tough races. After my first half marathon of the season – which went perfectly – my time hasn’t been what I wanted. I’m fine with a tough race, but I want to push through it and still finish strong and this season hasn’t panned out that way. I’ve contemplated dropping down to the 10K distance, but the half is still my true love. I could give a list of reasons that it didn’t go well but in reality there is no rhyme or reason. Nutrition, training, etc.. are all good. Attitude, drive, desire all the same. Now that the season is over, Irongirl is coming up and then the winter training sets in. My sights will be on the Napa Marathon in March and the increase in mileage. I can relax and train and set my sights on next season.
Coming off the race, deeply contemplating my time. I was hungry and ready to go home.
Kids and I in the hot tub at home! Felt great after a tough, cold race