I ran yesterday for the first time since November 11th. I’m not sure if the NY marathon finally tipped past inspiration into excess, but I needed a break from running. Sister Runner Amy and I ran the White Rock Half Marathon yesterday, and it was awesome. Not because I finished fast or broke any records, but because I finished feeling stronger than when I started and that’s what I’ve been working towards.
Amy and I were freezing at the start line. It started cold and only got colder. We each wore shorts and a long sleeved shirt, and I had a jacket I kept with me. We weren’t sure what to wear because we got very mixed weather reports, none of which I think were accurate:
Weather.com: 50 degrees at the start with a 50% chance of rain.
Accuweather.com: High 65 degrees. Cloudy and cooler with a couple of showers and a thunderstorm.
Weather.gov: Periods of rain and thunderstorms, mainly before noon. Temperature falling to around 49 by 5pm. North-northwest wind between 10 and 15 mph, with gusts as high as 20 mph. Chance of precipitation is 80%.
My car read 37 degrees at the end of the race and other than a few spatterings, the rain held off. We could have used a pair of tights and a vest, but we survived, no thanks to weather predictions. I was actually surprised the rain held off since I angered the nature Gods and ran over a skunk on the way to the race. I felt really bad and as much as I begged my sister, she would not let me go back and take it to a vet. It is very possible the poor little skunk died from lack of medical attention.
Amy and I stuck together the entire race and I noticed how strong Amy was running. I was proud of her. We fueled appropriately and didn’t start too fast; we paced ourselves very well throughout the race. We ran strong and Amy was awesome; she slashed 16 minutes off her previous time. Notice how I worked two semi-colons into one paragraph. I’m a grammar goddess.
For the longest time the race results web site showed I dropped out at mile 11. Um, no. I finished and I finished strong and I want the whole wide Internet to know it. I was pretty ticked my chip bailed on me, but my finish time finally and mysteriously showed up last night as 2h:21m:1s.
I’ll have pictures just as soon as I can get the old camera I used to cooperate.
My running vacation is officially over. Wednesday I slip back into the plan I’ve ignored for three weeks. I’m also adding some serious weight training into the mix. My friend/coach Cindy has put together an ultimate leg workout that is kicking my butt. This is good, because I need my butt kicked so I can run an awesome Austin Marathon!