I woke up entirely too early because I was so worried about parking. It’s probably a good thing that I did that, because I sailed into a parking spot and jumped on the waiting shuttle, no problem.
This put me at the Start Village at about 5:30 a.m.
I spent most of my time eating breakfast and people watching. One cool thing about these large races is the diversity of runners.
I met up with some of the I Run 4 peeps which was really cool. ( by the way, I got my top 300 email so I should be matched in the next few weeks!!)
We made our way to the corrals and the sun started to beat down on us. I could tell that today was going to be rough.
I can’t find any information on how many runners were actually there. It had to be over 20,000. I was in corral 28, waaaaaaaay in the back. I finally crossed the start line at about 8:10 a.m.
Mile 1: I immediatly get a side stitch. I imagine I drank too much water before the start. I plod along at a slow pace. I am not in a hurry today.
Mile 2: I am already terribly sweaty. The crowd support for these large races is amazing. There is some awesome guy handing out pixie sticks.
Mile 3: I go ahead and stop for a potty break. It is now VERY obvious that I had too much water.
Mile 4: We pass by a bakery where they are handing out little slices of red velvet cake. I am so happy that I am not in a hurry! I didn’t take a picture because it was in my mouth too fast.
I stop to take a picture with someone in a pig suit outside of a Barbecue place. I know that had to be hot! I am already getting sunburned, but I am still taking my time. My sister is coming to the finish line and she has to get two kids out of bed and ready. Not to mention trying to find a parking spot and walk to the finish line. The last thing I want is to finish before they get there.
Mile 5: Now, originally, I was told this was a very flat course.
Now, hills are hard to photograph, but if you look at the feet of those ladies that were in front of me, you can see how steep these hills were.
We pass by an animal shelter that has “running buddies” out for adoption. So, of course, I have to stop and play with the puppies.
Mile 7: my stitch comes back with a vengeance. I’m hot, like really hot. I am trying to fuel and drink water accordingly.
Here is where the heat really starts taking it’s toll. I was keeping blog notes on my phone, but around mile 8 my brain is having trouble working. I can’t get the passcode lock open on my phone. I don’t know if I couldn’t remember it or if my swollen fingers weren’t working, but I have no more notes.
I do still have a few pictures though. I remember more hills and it was stupid hot. They were spraying people down with water hoses at the water stops.
People who lived on the route were outside with their own water hoses, misting the runners. These people should get medals as well.
At mile 9, I get a text from my sister that they are at the finish line. I know I have to push a little harder now but I am feeling very drained.
At mile 10 I know that there is a blister on the bottom of my foot. I don’t remember ever getting a blister there before.
They are now handing out wet sponges. I am so grateful for mine that I don’t want to ever let it go. I start to see more and more runners on the side of the streets with EMTs. This heat and humidity is no joke folks. I can imagine that people who traveled to this race were not prepared.
The marathon route joins up next to ours and I feel ashamed watching these people who are on mile 26 run past me. I dig deep and start passing people. I know I am close.
I see my sister and The Boss as I head over the finish line.
You can see me finish the race HERE!
The kids are hot and tired and ready to go. I just smile at my sister as they moan and complain about being exhausted.
My official time 3:08 and that’s okay. I just wanted to finish and I did. By the way, that giant lump around my middle is the flip belt that I tried to use. I won’t ever buy one of my own. It kept rolling up and I could never get anything out of it. I ended up shoving everything into my sports bra by the end of the race, except for my giant lump of sports beans that were still stuck in the belt somewhere.
Booyah. Three half marathons in 60 days.