Greetings from Texas! Eric and I are currently hanging in Austin with my brother, Jackie, and all of our best buds.
The usual weekend update photos will probably be posted tomorrow, but I figured I would go ahead and post why we came to Texas, to run a half marathon!
A while back I was searching for races in Texas and saw that Rock ‘N’ Roll had one in San Antonio. San Antonio was a great location because both of our parents could easily visit and come watch us.
We flew in Friday night then hit up the expo Saturday morning. To say the expo was crowded would be an understatement. We were able to grab our bibs and swag and check a few things out.
I had been a little worried about the weather Sunday because the weather had called for all sorts of conditions. It was supposed to be cold and rainy, then just drizzly, then just cold, etc. The weather ended up being perfect. Chilly, but not cold.
We stayed downtown, a block from the start, which was really nice.
The race did not start off well, and really put me in a bad spot. Eric and I lost each other within the first 10 feet of crossing the start line, and never saw each other again. I even stopped and waited for a bit, trying to find him.
Then about a half mile into the course this happened…
Yep, that’s a train going through the middle of the course. It caused a great deal of back up and waiting. I thought I would be able to find Eric while waiting, but never saw him. After the train passed it was pretty congested for a mile or two because so many people had been stopped.
The first few miles were kind of boring and there was zero crowd support. I was feeling pretty negative because I lost Eric and I was pissed about the train situation. But I realized that shit happens and I just need to deal with it. Dwelling on a bad situation for 10 miles wouldn’t be good, so I let it go.
After that things just got better and better. I’m not sure what has happened but in the past three weeks I have gotten a lot faster. Getting faster is an odd thing. Obviously you always want to run faster, but you are scared about pushing yourself. I decided to just check my watch every once in a while, but I really wanted to concentrate on how my legs were feeling and let them do their thing.
It was a big surprise when I was holding an 8:15-8:30 minute pace, for the entire race.
For miles 8 and 9 I decided to drop to an 8:45 pace because I have a history of crashing and burning the last 3 miles. Then I let loose for the last 3 and finished strong.
According to my Garmin my time was 1:52:29. Not bad, not bad, and a full 11 MINUTE PR from my previous halfs!! I haven’t checked the official results because they are supposed to adjust them because of the train situation, so we will see. But I am pretty happy with that time, and feel like I could have pushed myself harder.
Oh boy… Run went pretty well minus I lost Lauren. It was apparent pretty early on I wouldn’t be able to depend on her to push me throughout the race. Luckily the hoards of people cheering and familiar faces in the crowd were able to boost my morale when I was thinking, “I really hate running.” Which is the truth, I wish it wasn’t the case but I just haven’t got into running yet.
The legs are hurting today but that’s to be expected but overall I had a great time, it was really good seeing family and friends and doing a little running at the same time.
I learned a lot throughout the race since it was my first time, mostly that Cytomax might be in a water cup and there really is a reason to train before races. Not sure if a full marathon is ever in my future but I won’t say never since I would never have expected I’d run the first 13.1mi…
And I’d like to thank our official race photographers, both of our dad’s took some great photos, so they get all the photo credit for this post!