All week I worried about 90+ degrees and high humidity. It seriously was making me sick to my stomach the days leading up to the race. Then it changed to storms, scattered thunderstorms maybe ending in the am. At 2:30 am the storms woke me up so I listened to the rumble through my area and wondered if they would end before the race started. As I left for the race it was not raining but the clouds were rolling in.
The race was about an hour away from my house and as I white knuckled it in my husbands beloved suv on the expressway I prayed I would make it to the race spot and that if it was indeed canceled that there was some place good for breakfast nearby.
After getting my bib and goody bag my coach and I waited out in her car with her hubby until race time. We were already soaked from going from the parking area to the pick up area, so back to the starting line we went and the rain was indeed letting up. The temperature at the start of the race was actually pretty cool with a light mist in the air. Actually pretty nice running conditions considering what we've been running in on our long training runs up until then.
I wish I could say I am a go with the flow type of person but I'm not really. I need a plan, a well thought out plan especially for a race. Now it would be pretty hard to get lost on a 5k or an 8k. But a half marathon weaving in and out of an industrial park area and forest preserve area well there was a lot of room for errors as we have seen. So after getting turned around the 1st time, 2nd time, 3rd time, 4th time, 5th time I pretty much was very, very frustrated. My energy, my mood was depleting and I felt defeated. Like seriously this is my first half marathon and it's a clusterfuck? come on. By mile 7 I just wanted to finish.
The last 5 miles were a push to the finish. I actually got excited at the point of mile 8 where we saw other racers coming towards us who were at mile 12.5!! It's close. The finish it's close. I was in pain though. Not really pain in my foot from my plantar fascitiis but more so of the honking blister that developed on my right foot. So every step I took my body ached just a little bit more. At mile 12.5 I had a bit of a meltdown because I was just so f'ing over this race. I just wanted to be done. I wanted it over.
We had done a 1min run/1min walk like our normal training runs since it was a training run. If we hadn't been lost and turned around we probably could have increased our run time but it just got to hard at the end for me. I was frustrated, I ached, I wanted to shoot the race officials for a piss poor production. I thanked God for the change in weather though because if it had been in the 90's and high humidity I clearly would have been a goner especially without any support on the course besides my coach Tammie and our new friend Lauran from Texas.
As we neared the point we ran by 3x already that day we knew we were in the home stretch, the finish line was close. We ran in the last .25 mile. Under the tunnel I could see the finish line and I took off. I always do that when I see a finish line. I sprint like there are zombie's chasing me. Why I can't do that the whole race who knows. I should try it though. I finally made it through the finish line!! Woo Hoo! If they were going to turn around and tell me they were out of medals I would have made the front page news for murder. They did have medals still and I received my first half marathon medal!!