Run for Your Momma Half Marathon
Half Marathon #16
August 12, 2017
I went into this race just hoping to maintain a steady pace to show myself I was ready for my marathon two weeks later (ah, 9.5 days from now) in Nebraska — even though I know I’m really not.
I do enjoy the half marathon distance, regardless of my fitness, however. It’s a long enough run to challenge me and provide a good workout, but short enough that it doesn’t hurt for more than a day after. The marathon is a different animal — not to mention ultras.
Kami was out of town, so I was by myself for the weekend. So I hopped in the car and hit the road to Marion — at 4:20 a.m.
I arrived at the race at a few minutes before 6, with the race starting at 6:30. I felt uneasy about the course, unsure of how hilly it would be. I’m also never sure what people mean when they say “dirt/gravel roads.” Sometimes, it means flat dirt. Sometimes it means you’re going to run on boulders.
This was somewhere in between, but not my favorite terrain, if I’m being honest. The views were good, though.
The view before the race — and during the last couple miles — wasn’t too shabby around the lake. The rest was nice, too, being secluded out in the country and even in town within the Marion city limits. But, man, I’m a sucker for a good sunrise.
My goal was to stick between the 8:20 and 8:40 time per mile and just stay steady. I started out a few seconds fast, but my steadiness held up for 6-plus miles. The rocks and hills started to really kick my butt around the midway point. I hit a wall and my pace goals went out the window.
The second half of the race was really just about trying to beat the two-hour mark. If my fitness was where it needed to be, that would be a super easy goal, but it wasn’t on this day. I barely made it in under the two-hour mark.
8:16 | 8:16 | 8:17 | 8:15 | 8:14 | 8:17 | 8:38 | 9:20 | 9:35 |11:00 | 10:10 | 10:30 | 9:42
After the race, I enjoyed some biscuits and gravy and a cinnamon roll. Yum. The event organizers hosted a breakfast after the race, during the awards announcements.
Since the only other guy in my age group (he was 39) finished second overall, I did not earn an award. But don’t tell that to my cinnamon roll.
Not sure if I would do this race again or not. I don’t love the gravel/rocks and hills, but the views were good, the price was reasonable and I like the low-key events. Who knows. Maybe someday.
After the drive home, a shower, lunch and some lounging, I indulged in my favorite post-race food of all: Burritoooooo.
Now to focus on my marathon in 9 days, 10 hours and 35 minutes. Woof.