Last Wednesday, BV emailed me a link to a half marathon registration – for the following Saturday. What the hell, I thought, we’re in the midst of training. I’d had an awesome 12 miler the weekend prior, we hadn’t raced in forever, and I’ve heard this course was quite pretty.
So we signed up. Game on.
Friday night, I was struck by a rather insufferable bout of insomnia. One of those times where you’re exhausted all day, but as soon as your head hits the pillow you’re wide awake. So convenient. As the time ticks by you think “if I fall asleep right now, I will get 6 hours of sleep”… 5.5 hours of sleep…5 hours of sleep… 4 hours of sleep. And then you just start getting pissed at yourself and stressed out about how little time left you have to sleep and it’s a never ending cycle of wide-awake frustration.
I got a good 3.5-4 hours of sleep. We were up and at ‘em between 430-500am to meet up with a buddy and drive up to Lake George to pick up our bibs.
I was miserable. I had that “sleepover” stomach. You know, when you’re a little kid and you go to a sleepover that involves no sleeping and spend the whole next day with a stomach ache. My eyes were burning. I wanted nothing more than to roll over and go to sleep. Alas, I trudged my miserable self out to the start line.
I had no big plans for this race. It was a small race, and a hilly course for which I was very undertrained. I was just doing it for the race experience. Just to get out there and do something other than treadmill it. At the half mile mark I was seriously thinking about what a poor idea this was. A mile in I thought: Maybe I should just dip out now. Then we went up a big hill, and I got over it.
I actually felt really quite amazing for the first 8-9 miles. The course was really quite pretty. Lots of trees – fair amount of shade, and some really pretty views of Lake George. But man was it HILLY. There weren’t too many terribly difficult climbs, but it was pretty much constant hills. It was a beautiful morning, though.
I coasted along till about the 9-10th mile. Then it was hillier than I would’ve liked at that point. Plus, the race was really small – maybe 200 people in the half, maybe. I think I’m being generous. So, by the 10th mile I knew I was on the right path by the orange cones every quarter mile, because there were no other racers in sight. And there were no spectators anywhere. The volunteers were great though – excellent cheer-leading skills, and good with the water 😉
Somewhere around mile 11, I was really bored. I didn’t have my garmin because the charger has yet to be located since the move, and I went without the ipod as I usually do in racing, especially in this race – few racers with roads that weren’t closed to traffic. Ipod could have been a liability.
I walked a lot toward the end. I had no idea what time it was or how much longer I had to go, but eventually I saw the line for the finish, and BV waiting for me to run the last bit of the race (as usually, what a sweetie!). I finished in like 2:45. Personal worst, by far. But I ended in good spirits. Might have been my slowest race, but definitely not my worst race ever.
Overall, I enjoyed the race. I wasn’t totally prepared for it, but as far as spontaneously running races go, I’ll chalk this one up as a win.