After intensely training since July the day of my first ever half marathon was here. Since much of the country was experiencing a drought and record highs all summer it would naturally be cold and rainy on the one day I would be racing. Go figure. Did I mention I’ve never run in the rain before let alone 13.1 miles? After a mini mental freak-out I gathered up my gusto and headed for the start.
I found the 1:50 pace man by chance first and figured it was a sign that I would be doing a sub 2 hour half. In my training I did run 13.1 miles in just under 2 hours but in these conditions reaching for 1:50 seemed rather ambitious.
I picked the Haunted Hustle Half Marathon partly because of the time of year and partly because it looked like a really fun race. There was also a full marathon and a 10K stroller derby and a lot of people kept with the Halloween theme and dressed in costumes. The best costumes for individuals and groups won prizes even. I toyed with the idea of wearing a costume, even something simple, but I didn’t want to risk having a wardrobe malfunction or being uncomfortable.
The race itself was challenging; it was filled with rolling hills and one mountain around mile 10! I had read about this monster ahead of time and incorporated a large hill into my weekly runs in preparation and I was sure glad I did. I was able to kick it in to gear the last mile and sprint to the finish!
Apparently this race was mismarked by about a quarter mile. I know a race is not usually going to be spot on and there are lots of factors involved, but a quarter mile is a big difference. According to my Garmin, I ran 13.1 miles in just under 1 hour 48 minutes. However, my official race time was 1 hour 50 minutes.
After the race they gave out these thermal wrap things along with a really neat medal. There was plenty of food and drinks at the finish line so I helped myself to some chocolate milk, part of a bagel, and part of a banana. It was all that my stomach could handle right then.
When I first started training my mom and I went to an art fair and I immediately spotted a vendor selling inspirational jewelry. I pointed out the 13.1 necklace to my mom but didn’t purchase it because I was still in the early stages of my training.
When I finished the half marathon my dad gave me a little box and the necklace was inside. My mom went back to buy me the necklace when I wasn’t looking! What a sneaker.