Mommy Hobbies running: half-marathon half-marathon Danville PA second half-marathon
by Mommy Hobbies
In my napsack stash
They say every race is different. And it is. I was fully expecting to run this half in 2 hours and 30 minutes, simply because of the elevation profile. It sort of terrified and excited me all at the same time.
I’m used to running hills so I filed this race into the *just another day on the hills* type of run. But the closer it came to race day the more nervous I got, so a week before the race, D and I drove the course, it wasn’t as bad as the profile made it seem! There were definitely hills, quite a few toward the end (it was an out and back course) and the run back seemed scarier than the run out.
Then, it was race day! As I have mentioned before, there are every size and shape to be found running these races.
I ran my little heart out. This was a MUCH different experience than my first one. There were only 600 racers and it was held in a town where the people didn’t really show much support. We ran through town, briefly, on our way out to the country roads and not a person was on their porch to whistle, clap or cheer us on. It was a little disappointing and by the time I got to mile 2.5 it hit me that this was going to be a long…long race.
Mile 5: Holy moly, I’m almost halfway there and I really need some mojo.
Mile 6.something/halfway point: I’m grinning and my legs are warm and jumpy.
Mile 7: I start grooving and feeling good, I stride alongside a lady who I had only seen the back of her zebra shorts since the beginning of the race. We chat a little and pep talk each other. I pull out my Gu and chug some.
Miles 8 and 9: Really happy and singing to my music. Legs feel great, strong, even.
Mile 10: No one was around to drop an air biscuit, like my last race, so, it was a nice stench free mile.
Miles 11 and 12: Taking inventory, remembering that I started to feel rickety around this time my last race. No rickety feeling. Yes!
Mile 12.5 and 13 to the finish: They diverted the course a bit and put us on a levee, it was horrible, I was concentrating a lot on my footing, hoping to keep my pace, but not wanting to miss my step and hurt myself either. Annoyed, and now I can feel myself fatiguing, but I can’t let zebra shorts pass me. I know she’s back there somewhere. I’m NOT looking back either. The skinny boy in front of me has been walk/running and I was hoping to overtake him. BAM, the pavement is back and I feel like I’m flying. I round the corner, two girls clapping their hands, wishing me luck, one more corner, so close, I can see the steeple to the courthouse, a HILL! So tired, but giving it my all, one last turn and I see a huge crowd of people and I run SO HARD to the finish…I want a sub-2 hour race, bad.
I finished with:
1:53:23 !!! (this calculates out to an 8:39 per mile pace)
That sub-2 hour half-marathon? All mine, baby.
Not only that, I finished 10th in my age category. There were 246 women who raced the half and I was 33rd. And out of the 600 people who ran, I was 87th overall. Like I said, I raced my heart out.
The best part of the whole race was the lady who found me after and said, “You were awesome! I saw you up ahead and you were rockin’ it, in a skirt!!” I laughed, smiled, thanked her and my heart burst. I’m *that skirt girl*. I’m making a name for myself and I love it. It wasn’t the first time someone mentioned me and my skirt.
All in all, I love it, running is my drug. It has given me such a sense of empowerment and I challenge myself constantly. I compete with myself and that’s the best competition there is.
Don’t be afraid of the miles! Run them good, run them hard, then after — eat. run. repeat.