Life has been absolutely insane. We are in the midst of the Fall Sports season and N is playing soccer and D is playing soccer and softball. Yesterday we started with a 9:00 and 10:30 double header of softball and followed it up with a 12:30 soccer game for one kid and 1:00 for the other kid. All in all that was 4 games, 3 fields, 6 hours and tons of sun. Admittedly I didn't put any sunscreen on and didn't hydrate like I had planned to.
This was a recipe for disaster going into today's race. It would be my 2nd half marathon in 15 days and in between the crazy sports schedule and the intensity at work I just haven't had the time to prepare mentally of physically for racing.
When I woke up this morning at 3:40 the negative thoughts flooded my mind, "why the HELL am I doing a marathon again?" "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" "Enough already!" I just was not in the mood for training but got dressed up in the cute Lulu outfit anyway. We reached our destination with plenty of time and met up with new and old running friends. This seemed to ease some of the negativity in my mind. As we stood in line for the race the whistle went off unexpectedly and we took off running.
This is the 2nd time running this race and since I don't know the area well, it's just a little crazy. We run through a lot of residential areas and up and down a few rolling hills as well as through traffic. The constant turns keep my mind engaged and distracted. All of my friends think it's weird that I don't run to music but for me, this is my quiet time to be alone with the thoughts in my head. I talk to myself a lot...call me crazy but it's my time for reflection, planning, problem solving.
I ran the race pretty well, starting off with a 10:07 pace and eventually getting it to just under 10 minutes. I've lost a lot of speed with my tender knee that's been bothering me off and on since the North Shore Marathon. While not feeling fast I felt relatively strong in spite of the heat and humidity. 13 is actually a pretty good distance for me physically and mentally and I was happy to quickly get to my mental milestones: half way point, single digits point, 5K point. With about 2 miles left I began my kick. I began counting people that I passed and was up to about 15 when I saw a man down on the side of the road. He had just fallen and other runners had gone to his aid. He was bleeding from his head but seemed to be conscious. I am not first aid trained and there were many there so I continued running.
Honestly, I did not have much of a kick left but at the last half mile I passed number 20 and ran hard to the finish line. Unlike previous races I didn't look at my Garmin or try to determine anything. I was very happy to see that I made it in at 2:08 which is a minute faster than last week's Half and only a minute slower than I ran last year at this race.
And just like that, Half Marathon # 8 is in the books. I came in at 12th in my age group and feel pretty good considering that mommy hood has taken a huge front seat to all my personal goals. No matter, it's time to make sure the kids are able to reach theirs too. :)