Now, come Sunday AM, I was feeling much better as the SO and I woke up to get ready to run. I had a plan and even though I was worried about sticking to it, I tried really hard to imprint it into my brain. It went like this:
"B.o.B., don't be a dumbass. Don't run too fast and then put yourself out for another two weeks. Stick to the plan. Stick to the PLAN. STICK TO THE PLAN!"
My plan was this: start half marathon with blogger gals, Caroline and Nanci . Stick with them for at least three miles. If you can make it to four that way, do that. If you can then run the back nine miles as your long run, do that. Run those nine miles comfortably. DO NOT get caught up in the running race frenzy.
I have to say that this was the farthest back in a race I've ever started. I mean we were the some of the very last people to go under the start line and it was surprisingly nice. I didn't have pre-race jitters and PC's (poopy cramps) and I was just looking forward to having fun and getting that sweet medal. In full disclosure, yes, it is hard to run a slower pace because of set back or injury, we all know this, but it's all a part of running. You take the good with the bad. And sometimes the "bad" ends up being more fun than racing your brains out and missing seeing the course and cheering others on.
Oh and I almost forgot! Before we started we met some really nice older women who gave us big glittery shamrocks that they were sticking on craft safety pins. It was like Martha Stewart ish right there at the start line. Loved it!
The three of us got running and stopped to take photos as the various mile markers. I think Nanci left us around mile one or two because we stopped to potty and she was well on her way to a PR. Congrats lady! This left Caroline and I to chat and run/walk our way through the race. We stopped to take photos (well Caroline took photos that I
The mile markers had signs under them that said "Normal." I didn't realize what that meant until someone (possibly the SO) mentioned that it was race conditions. This of course led me and Caroline to make some Young Frankenstein jokes (AB NORMAL. ABBY NORMAL.)
Here's where I was a bit iffy on the plan. I knew I wanted to try to run at least six miles. I knew I could do that from the previous weekend's long run. I just didn't know if I could do more than that safely. I started running slowly and the miles from four to eight ticked by fairly quickly. I saw Nanci at some point and I knew she would PR. She looked so strong and I cheered her on.
I hit my mile six at the race's mile ten. I felt fine. I wasn't running too fast and the weather was still nice. I told myself there was just a 5K to go and to ran how I feel. I believe I was somewhere in the 9:30's and 10:00's for this part of the run. I chatted with some people, saw the SO flying by, and just genuinely enjoyed my run.
As I got to the finish line I was happy I had stuck to my plan because, while I was sore, nothing was really hurting and I got that kickass dolphin medal which started this whole thing. Caroline and I even saw dolphins going over the bridge!
Sarasota put on a great race and we really enjoyed it. These local races just keep getting better and better and I can't wait to do more. Oh and for the record my time was 2:28:09. Thanks again to my blogger friends! Congrats to all the runners and thanks to the volunteers!
Happy Monday! Who raced this weekend? Who drank too much green beer?