13.1 Miles Accomplished

Go! St. Louis Half Marathon

Looking Hot After 13.1 Miles

Today, I ran 13.1 miles.

I woke up at 5 am, after a restless night of nightmares that involved me getting lost during the race (impossible) and falling into a porta potty (totally possible).  I chugged Gatorade Prime, enjoyed a delicious Lara Bar and popped a couple of Aleves.

Ryan dropped me off a couple of blocks from the start line.  The first thing I saw?  Dozens of porta potties everywhere with 70+ people in each line.  Of course that’s when my body decided I definitely needed to go before the race began.  Luckily, I’m good at looking pathetic, because some nice woman told me about porta potties with shorter lines on the other side of the block.

I then waited in the corrals for forever.  I didn’t even begin walking to the start line until ten minutes after the race started.  When I finally started running, though, all my nerves just melted away.

Around mile two, the leaders of the half marathon passed me on their way back to the loop.  Translation: they were on mile five.  Luckily, this didn’t faze me.  After all, I was in a group of hundreds of people who were just as slow as me.  Great morale booster.

I felt great those next few miles. I grabbed water at every station that offered it (it was 85 degrees at 8 am, talk about hellish conditions), and I didn’t even feel tired.  Then my knee started screaming a little after mile seven.  I alternated about 15 minutes of running and five minutes of walking for the rest of the race.

Considering the pain I was in, the last few miles went quickly.  I sprinted the last 100 yards, and hearing people cheer for me as I passed other runners right before the finish was exhilarating. I totally want to be a professional athlete now.  Unfortunately, I think it’s a little late for that.

Oh well, I scratched another task off my bucket list.  My official half marathon PR is 2:13:22. Now, I have to figure out if I will be able to run the Rock n’ Roll Marathon in October (26.1 miles, eek!) or if my knee just can’t handle it.

I’ll keep you all updated on what I decide and how the following training goes.

1 Comment
  • Bob Ubriaco
    April 11, 2011

    Very proud of you; despite being a lifelong gym rat and a dedicated runner until a few years ago for obvious reasons, the longest distance I ever attempted was 6.2 miles or a 10 K. Everyone can learn from this experience. With commitment, perseverance, and faith, the body and mind can accomplish what was once considered to be overwhelming obstacles. In the immortal words of Bruce Springsteen, “Tramps like us, Baby we were Born to Run!”

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