This was my second half marathon of this year – I’m not really sure what I was thinking when I signed up for another one – especially in summer. In August. In good ole hilly Georgia. However, this race boasted a flat course with one steep hill at mile 7.
Brett and I had said that we weren’t in this race for PR’s – no pressure, just finish and have fun. It was a nighttime race, and we had to buy running headlamps since the race started at 7, and was definitely going to be dark by the time we crossed the finish line. I had gone over to Atlanta in the morning to have some lunch with another friend. And while I started Weight Watchers last week, I didn’t stick to the points on the race day, because I knew that I would need the calories.
Brett and I got to the race site around 40 minutes before the race started. It was raining when we got there – pouring actually. It wasn’t looking good to start. I was already super nervous, because that’s just how I get before a race.
The race was pretty well organized, and the half started right at 7. It was so humid, that I was drenched by the second mile. There was some trail parts, so we were running in the mud as well. To be honest, I was over the race by about mile 2.5 – wishing we would have just signed up for the 5k.
By about mile 5, my right hip was killing me. By the time we got to the steep hill on mile 7, I honestly couldn’t take it anymore. I had to walk up the majority of the hill. The one really good thing about this race was the number of aid stations – they definitely did keep you hydrated during the race. By the time we hit the top of the hill, I was definitely hurting. The mile between 11 and 12 felt like ten miles. I had to walk the majority of the last two miles – For the first time during a half marathon, I wasn’t sure I could push myself to finish. I kept telling Brett that he could leave me to salvage his time, but he wouldn’t do it. I was so thankful that he was there with me, pushing me and encouraging me. He is a bad ass friend, and I’m lucky to have him.
It was obviously my worst race I’ve had. Clocking in at 2:43 – a whole 23 minutes slower than the race I finished in in February. It was hard, and I was really disappointed in myself. I really had high hopes of finishing a sub 2 hour half marathon in my life time, but I’m just not sure about that anymore. I’m not sure I even really want to try and push myself to achieve that. This one made it apparent that my hips and knees aren’t going to be able to do this forever, and maybe I should just chill a little bit.
So there ya have it – my worst race ever. Also running with a headlamp is super awkward. All of this aside, I am a tiny bit proud of myself for finishing race number 3 – and scoring that really sweet alien medal. Again, if Brett wouldn’t have been there, there would have been no way that I would have finished. I would have uber’d myself home at the top of that hill. Possibly before! If I wasn’t such a weenie, I’d definitely sign up for this race again. All things considered, the course was great, and the concept was fun, the aid stations were fun, and the pre-and post race was upbeat and energetic. If you’re in the Roswell, GA area and looking for a fun race, I highly recommend this one.