Yesterday, I ran Half-Marathon numero four.
Thanks everyone for the congrats. :) Last year I ran it in a little over 2 hours, not trying for a specific time. Just running it to enjoy the run. It is supposed to be a memorial run, in honor of those who were killed during the Fort Hood shootings two years ago.
Last year, at every mile, they had a marker set up in honor of one of the victims. There were exactly 13 victims, and one of them was also pregnant, which signified the .1 of the last segment of the race. At every marker, they had a photo and a small memorial set up. I stopped at each and took a moment to send up a prayer for each victim. I wanted to honor their memory. Their sacrifice. Their innocence.
This year, none of the markers were there. Sad.
There wasn't the same crowd either. Double sad.
I took a moment to remember each victim though. Then I ran my little butt off.
There were markers at Mile 3, Mile 6, Mile 8, and Mile 11. Kind of random, kind of difficult to pace. But, who am I kidding? I know nothing about running or pacing. I just go 100% suicide style. Prefontaine style.
I'm not even kidding. I ran at 90% of my maximum heart rate. For almost 2 hours. There were moments I thought my heart was going to explode.
My average heart rate was 180 beats per minute. That's what it took me to run a 1:48 half marathon. I was definitely not Born To Run. But, I did PR, and I am proud of the effort! I shaved about 5 minutes off my last half time.
My last workout was on Wednesday, I did a brutal Crossfit WOD and an hour of spin class. The two days of rest after that WOD were much needed.
10 tire flips
20 double unders
I finished in 27 minutes and some change. This was a tough, tough WOD! The tire was heavy as shizz. And huge, almost as tall I was, twice as wide, and just brutal.
It's because of workouts like that, that I can run at 90% of my max for almost two hours. Crossfit does something to you, mentally.
I'm a nutter. Running, even at that pace, for that long, seemed like a cake walk in comparison. Shweaty girl.
I sat around on Thursday and Friday. And ate. Pretty much.
When Saturday morning rolled around, I had 1/2 banana before the race, a cup of coffee, and I braced the cold in shorts and a long sleeve. I took a Gu around mile 6. Drank water at the few aid stations they had set up. I was so happy to cross that finish line! A few other fantastic ladies ran as well. All of them had PR's and all of them kicked booty!
Afterwards, I was so freaking cold. I couldn't get warm for the life of me.
I think the best part about racing is the slug that I become afterwards. Curled up on the couch in a kind of coma.
My husband rubbing my feet. Heating and icing and foam rolling.
I did clean the entire casa and crank out a boatload of studying and homework today. I baked some sweet Paleo Cranberry Apple Muffins for a friend (recipe coming tomorrow!)
and also enjoyed my first smoothie in a bowl!
And I'm obsessed.
I'm ready for a another week, and ready for yet another half marathon this weekend! Here I come, San Antonio Rock & Roll!