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| I did it!: my first half marathon race report (Read 437 times) |
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posted: 2/18/2008 at 7:53 PM |
When I first thought of the half marathon distance, I planned to walk the Myrtle Beach half with a friend. Then I started running and I got the crazy idea that maybe I could actually run thirteen miles . . . I looked around several different races in the southeast and finally settled on the A1A Half Marathon in Fort Lauderdale, February 17th.
We live about 1 hour north of Fort Lauderdale. We headed down on Saturday with the kids to pick up my stuff. Finding the expo was a bit of a convoluted drive, but we made it. I got my bib and chip, my t-shirt (no smalls left, so I basically have a tech nightie  ) and looked around some. After about 30 minutes, the kids (4 and 2) had had enough, so we drove to our hotel and let them decompress.
The idea was that the hubby and kids would get their own room while I shared a room with several other friends who were running the race, but they called while I was in the hotel to let me know that their hotel would not put the necessary cot in the room so I could stay there. In other words, I was going to have to set an alarm and wake the kids and dress for the race in the dark. Not exactly the way I'd planned it, but at least they offered to come get me and drive me to the race so my family could just meet me at the finish line--that was fantastic!
We had dinner early and were in bed by 8. I won't say I got great sleep, since sleeping with two kids that age is always tricky, but I hear my friends had a party in the room above them so in hindsight it was definitely a blessing to be in our hotel room instead of theirs. My alarm went off at 3:45. My hubby had given me a running skirt for v-day and I wanted to wear it for him, but not having tried it on a long run, I was too scared. I went back to my trusted Nike shorts. I put on my best running bra, singlet, socks, and sneakers, Body Glide everywhere necessary, Garmin, visor, and went downstairs to wait. Had a banana and water for fuel.
Finding parking was a bit of a nightmare, which resulted in our waiting in long porta-potty lines forty-five minutes before gun time. Wow, I had no idea they could smell like that. But, since everyone else was late too, the race ended up starting a few minutes late--apparently finding parking was a nightmare for everyone, not just us.
It was so cool! Though I guess it was a smallish race (3000-4000 runners), it was an amazing sight to see the sea of runners going up the street, and to hear their footfalls all around me, especially in the dark. We had one short bridge to go over the intracoastal waterway at about mile 3 (the 2-hour pacer passed me on the bridge—bummer!), and the sun was starting to come up as we hit the beachfront road, A1A. It was absolutely beautiful. The first water station felt too short, but I think it was because we were all still bunched up. After that there were water stations every two miles, and it wasn't a problem. I hit every other one and didn't have a problem getting to the water after that one stop. I walked through them at a very fast clip, making sure I pinched the cup like I’ve been taught (thanks, Race2Win!), and felt great!
There were either bands or DJs at four places on the half course. Though I’d heard that crowd support was sparse at this race, it was actually great—lots of families out cheering for mom and dad (lots of little kids in jammies!) and tons of homemade signs (my favorite: YOU’RE ALL CRAZY!), and many more people than I expected in the predawn darkness cheering us on.
We were no more than four or five miles in when the elites passed us on their return trip: where do they get the speed and energy?
We ran along the beach for most of the first 6 miles; it was gorgeous! Thankfully, though it was supposed to be 70 at start time, there was excellent cloud cover and a good breeze. It was a poignant moment when the full marathoners broke off—I gave them a shout of encouragement as they headed off for their lonely miles, as it seemed there were a lot more of us than there were of them. We ran miles 9 and 10 in a shady state park: no spectators there, just us and the sound of our footfalls, and at this point we were all feeling the distance and there was no small talk, just breathing. It was so tree-lined that there was no air movement in there. I thought I'd be so glad when we got back out to A1A and got the breeze back. Well, by the time we got back to A1A, it was no longer a breeze but more of a gale, and tough to run against. But by then it was a 5K race, and I refused to slow down!
Other than my water breaks, I didn’t walk a step of my race, though I could feel a blister starting under my big right toe, my fourth left toenail starting to bruise, and my left knee starting to hurt. I knew that if I walked, it would be doubly hard to run again, and I never reached the point where I absolutely had to. I’ll tell you, though, the mile after that big “12” sign sure was the longest of the race. I pushed it as hard as I could, passing runners though at times my legs felt like lead and the scenery felt like it was barely moving by. I heard the band at the finish line way before I saw the festivities because the finish line was kind of hidden behind a funny curve. But when I got there I heard the shout, “Go, Mommy!” and saw the sweet faces of those two little kids I’d woken up at 3:45 to come to this race and I was so thankful to the man who’s supported me in this crazy endeavor all along! Here’s to all the spouses, significant others, and friends who support us in our lunacy!
When I got into the chute I couldn’t believe how many people were just standing around. I couldn’t stop moving and I thought I was going to knock someone down. I finally found a curb to sit on and stretch my legs out—my knee was throbbing, and honestly, I was starting to tear up, just thinking that I had dreamed this thing up and I had finished it, and I was holding this medal because I had actually raced thirteen miles (which is nothing to lots of you but a lot to me!).
A runner sitting next to me said, “You might need a blankie—you’re shivering.” I laughed and told him I just needed water. He so sweetly got up and brought me a Gatorade and a water and said, “Here you go, miss.” He gets double credit for the drinks and for calling me miss! I haven’t been called that in a few years. I got up and reunited with my family and the other runners in my group.
I thought Fort Lauderdale ran a great race, though I thought the pace groups were hard to follow—they had little poles with balloons that were almost impossible to see, and they were the same color for half and full so you had no idea what you were looking at until the full-ers broke off. But there were clocks at least every four miles, which was fantastic, and like I said, no lack of water and Gatorade stations, and those volunteers rocked! They absolutely shouted out what they were holding, so there was no chance of you getting what you did not want—I only trained with water so I would have been shocked to taste something different. And one station was handing out Gu, which I don’t use, but I know some runners were probably thankful for. And though the course was beautiful and it was nice to run with just the natural beauty and sound of the ocean, it was nice to hear music once in a while, especially since I don’t run with it. Oh, and we had the national anthem before the gun played on a saxophone, and the same solo saxophone welcomed us home at mile 12.5. It was fabulous! They put on a great event, and I’ll likely run it again.
My husband was shocked when he noticed how all the runners cheered each other on and helped one another--how even those who had finished would sometimes go back and help their friends to the finish line. He said, "When I play tennis, I'm secretly hoping both the players on the court next to me will break their legs, because I might have to play them next. We're just cutthroat like that. But it doesn't seem like runners are." And I thought, that's right. It's a race, but I'm racing the clock and my last half and my next half; I'll still try to get other people to do their best, like JDF and Penny (if you didn't read his Austin race report, it's a must!). Gotta love the running community!
I ran a pretty consistent 9:20 pace, though I pushed it in that 5K, doing a 9 pace for miles 11 and 12 and 8:40 for the final mile--it was all I had left. I finished in 2:02:14! And I got my first medal! Will I do it again? I can’t wait! Maybe I'll even get in before the 2-hour pacer next time!
Karina
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| But those who wait on the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint. (Is. 40:31) |
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posted: 2/18/2008 at 8:54 PM |
Awesome race report!!  Great job on your first half marathon!! I'm impressed with "no walking" when you originally thought you'd be walking a Half Marathon this weekend. You did great! And I'm so jealous of the picture of you on a sunny beach!!  |
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posted: 2/18/2008 at 9:00 PM |
| Awesome report! Great pics! |
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posted: 2/18/2008 at 9:26 PM |
| Excellent! Congratulations!!!!!! |
GOALS:
Have fun at the Ocean Drive 10 miler 3/30/08 DONE!
Recover my running consistency now that son is over 1 yr old
Figure out a running schedule for the summer (avoid tourist crowds)
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posted: 2/18/2008 at 11:56 PM |
congrats on a great race - I'm moving up to a HM this fall too.
that beach looks delicious!
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2008 Goals
10K < 60:00
Portland HM October 5th
First weight goal 135lbs
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posted: 2/19/2008 at 12:11 AM |
Great job! Sounds like a fun race.
Ayola, I know that bridge! I visited it in July when my family was up here. I also spent time in Bucksport at the mill in the early 90s, working on the design of a new wrapper building. Which HM are you going to do? I've signed up for the Maine Coastal HM in York. I can't wait!
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posted: 2/19/2008 at 1:13 AM |
Great race... nice report.
WTG!
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posted: 2/19/2008 at 1:18 AM |
| Congrats! |
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posted: 2/19/2008 at 1:56 AM |
| Great job! Congrats!! |
"Better to take the slow approach then the no approach."
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posted: 2/19/2008 at 2:01 AM |
| Nice job Karina! My wife who does NOT run, just read your report and really enjoyed it. She's one step closer to her first race; so thank you for her inspiration. |
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posted: 2/19/2008 at 2:42 AM |
Great race report.
They all need pictures. And these are good pictures.
I'm moving to Florida. |
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posted: 2/19/2008 at 3:13 AM |
Congratulations, Karina! Great job on the race and thanks for the awesome report! A 2:02:** first half marathon finish! That's wonderful!
My family will be in your neck of the woods, Pompano Beach, next month. A bit of respite from our Michigan winter. |
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"The will to win means nothing without the will to prepare." - Juma Ikangaa
"I wanna go fast." Ricky Bobby
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posted: 2/19/2008 at 10:13 PM |
Thanks, everyone, for your support!
Yes, 'tis nice in Florida this time of year . . .
Talk to me again in July and August, though . . . |
| But those who wait on the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint. (Is. 40:31) |
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Love that medal, too...mmm...scallops!