January 7, 2018
My tradition of running a half marathon on New Year’s Day was planned to continue again this year.
Hangover Half Marathon Leawood/Overland Park, KS
Until Mother Nature had other plans.
With a real feel race-time temp of -28 degrees on the first day of 2018, the race was postponed. I wasn’t mad about it. Six days later, the temps were warmer (about 25 degrees), but with a steady drizzle. No harm done, I thought. I’d run in worse.
It would be gloomy and I’d had almost zero sleep the night before thanks to the baby boy (get it together, kid), but I was ready to try tackling 13.1 once again.
Bib on shorts, per uzh
Just a few minutes before toeing the start line, they announced the half marathon had been canceled and all interested runners would be allowed to still complete the 5K distance. Blerg. I drove an hour (plus a few minutes) for this and now wouldn’t get to run. Wish I’d had more warning. I wouldn’t have made the drive for just 3.1 miles.
Whatever. Three miles beats no miles, I guess. I took it steady and slow, running with a guy from Omaha and chatting the whole way. The course indeed was slick; race organizers definitely made the right call. Still bummed, though.
Me and Omaha (I never got his name) slipped a few times and stuck to the grass when possible. Whatever, we thought. Just stay upright and enjoy some conversation.
Running up a hill, and a slick one at that
I’m not sure if anyone actually wound up falling down, but I saw several people slipping and sliding on numerous occasions. While I went home still bummed, I can’t imagine how interesting it might’ve gotten over the course of 10 more miles.
Splits: 8:16, 8:15, 8:34, 8:16 (0.19) — 8:18 overall
But I’ve got a couple more 13.1s planned in the coming weeks, with hopes of gearing up for some spring ultras. We’ll see.
Me and Omaha — Texas? — crossing the finish line. Thanks for the miles, brother.
For the second straight year, I went home with a pint glass courtesy of KC Running Company and a hat — I had to purchase it separate this year. I wouldn’t have done that had I known going in, but… You know, whatever, man.
Post race swag.
Man, call me overly stitious, but 139 must be bad luck for me. First time at 139: DNF at Heartland 100. Second time: Half marathon canceled, forced to run 5K.
Pre-race, Heartland 100.
Oh well, you guys. I live to run another day. Speaking of which, I better get to it…