Hey kids! My sinuses must have agreed with me in the “not ready yet” mentality because my boss actually sent me home yesterday.
I believe his exact words were, “you look and sound awful”.
Thanks, sir. How was your weekend?
Actually, I was semi-relieved. My voice was gone. My eyes were a little puffy. I was hacking. And I was achy (although I couldn’t really distinguish if this was because of the half marathon or because of sickness).
A day on the couch was exactly what I needed.
That and a box of nighttime sinus medication.
Enough about grossness. I’m feeling better. And would rather talk about other things.
Like the race I just did- the Go! St. Louis Half Marathon!
Just like the Rock n’ Roll half, I had my crew of supporters. Last time, the awesome Annie and Mon were the ones who were gracious enough to travel around the course to see me. This time, I had my family (waving Mizzou flags so I could spot them!) and my girls Mary and Laura who even made a sweet sign!I don’t think you could get more fabulous if you tried. Each letter of my name represented a fast animal. (And yes- Mary checked to make sure that zebras were, in fact, faster than most animals of the wild.)
After walking up and down the Landing for decent pre-race eats and a birthday dinner for my mom, we finally settled on a Tuscan restaurant in the casino along the river. Who woulda thunk it?I like spinach just as much as Popeye. Holla’.
I was assigned to corral B, but knew damn well I wouldn’t be running at the same pace as the rest of the group, so I started in the back of B. When running, I stumbled across the 2-hour pace group and decided to try and keep them in sight for as long as I could. Which worked well for a while.
But it was HOT. Even at the beginning of the race, they were stressing this and to make sure you got plenty of water while on the course. I almost got too much- another guy and I collided into each other in a water station around mile 11, causing me to almost take out an entire table of cups.
That would have been awkward.
And the hills… oh the hills! Running all my races in Chicago (a relatively flat course every single time) has left me spoiled. For this run through downtown St. Louis, it seemed every corner I turned would present another stretch of incline to run up.
Luckily, the isolated storms they originally called for never happened. And the severe wind? Maybe just a gust here or there- nothing to complain about. Unless you count the slight breeze being *just enough* to waft body odor efficiently, but that’s sort of expected…
My original plan was to stop every 3 miles to check out the leg. Of course I didn’t do that (it’s a stubbornness factor that won’t go away). Instead, I stopped at mile 6 to see what was going on. It was feeling ok. So I kept going! And was pretty satisfied until after mile 8. Half way up a hill and I was hurting. My stamina was fading. And my calves were tightening.
That’s when the walking started happening. I think it was 3 times where I slowed to a walk, stopped off, stretched, walked a little more and started running again.
At that point, the 2-hour clan had pulled too far ahead for me to catch up. Clearly I wasn’t in it to win it, but there’s always the desire to try and do decently well, ya know?
The last mile was rough, but I pushed. Up that hill. In the heat. And finished with everyone watching!My attempt to use excel paint is weak, but if you look closely, my mom took this pic and didn’t even realize Mary and Laura were right across the course!Finished. Tired. And quite pasty.
Summer need to get here already… this non-tan thing is NOT working.
But whatever- not the point. My final stats? I finished the 13.1 miles in 2:05:41.
A 9:35 pace. 270/1470 in my division. Still not too shabby.