Friday afternoon after work, I just dumped my running gear into my bag and headed out to collect my running packet. I hate to do it in the morning because I don't want to stress about it the night before. Turns out, I packed everything except my running bra and wearing my "lucky necklace." So, after collecting my race packet and checking into the hotel, I went in search of a sports bra. I found it in Target. Champion makes decent quality stuff so I bought a sports bra there. Dinner was blah. I just did the drive-thru at Burger King. I was craving for a good hamburger and I always get the Whopper Jr. But somehow, I got some mushroom swiss crap. Not too impressed. Should have stucked with Whopper Jr. I spent the night drinking lots of water and also tossing and turning in bed. Pre-race jitters? Probably.
The race started a few minutes late, which wasn't a big deal. I love waiting out in the corrals because it is just a wonderful feeling to be out on a cold morning with hundreds of like-minded folks. We are here to run. We are here to run for a good cause. It was going to be a pretty day for racing!
I stuck myself at the back of the 2:30:00 pace group. I wanted to take it slow at the beginning so I don't run out of gas too soon. After tagging behind them for a while, I took off and ran. I was going to run by feel this time. I was going to stop if I need to. If I feel like running fast, I will. That was my revised race strategy at Mile 0.25.
Mile 8: 11:45:13
Mile 9: 11:22:79
Mile 10: 11:52:39
Mile 11: 11:37:90
Here, the 2:30:00 pace group sneaked up behind me and took off! Uh-OH!!! I am not about to let the pace group outrun me this time. So I fought and ran and got ahead and remained ahead. I told the pacer when I caught up with him, "I told myself that I need to catch you."
Mile 12: 11:19:89
Mile 13: 10:59:85
Yeah. So I was really hauling a$$ toward the end. I felt tired, but I felt good. The Garmin said I ran 13:22 miles and it took me 2:28:46.
Chip Time: 2:28:36 (PR!!! by 2 seconds. RnR New Orleans was 2:28:38).
Age Division: 102/135
I walked away happy. Yeah, I could have ran a little faster, walked a little faster at Mile 8 and 10. But at the finish line, there weren't much left in my tank. I felt like I did well, given the circumstances. I parked myself next to the water station and drank as much as I could possibly drink, grabbed a slice of pizza, and a banana which was WAY too green, and left.
Oh by the way, I came in before that Asian man that I was tagging along.
In the comfort of my vehicle, I took a picture of myself with the finisher's medal.
My face was crusted with salt.
Then I drove to Little Rock to my favorite Vietnamese restaurant for some pho!
I don't know why, but I always crave for something soupy and noodles after a long run.
And this girl loves her pho!!!
That's all folks.#4 is done.
That makes 3 half marathons completed for 2011 (so far).