As much as I love New Orleans, you would have thought that I would have wanted to do a half marathon down there by now, right? It’s flat, it’s fun, the weather is mostly good….. so finally I signed up for one down there. I even got B to start training for his first ever 10k – the longest distance he had ever run.
I trained pretty extensively for this race – I hadn’t done a half since the summer of 2018, so I wasn’t in any sort of distance running shape. I semi-followed a program on the Nike Run app, but the days they wanted the long runs just didn’t jive with my schedule, so I sort of went my own way on that. I practiced running shorter distances faster, and ran my longer distances with increasing speed every two miles or so. I only trained up to 10 miles, and that was the weekend before the race.
We were obviously pretty tame the night before, carb loading at Domenica with pizza and pasta, and then going to bed pretty early. We got up around 6 – B’s race started at 700, and mine started at 730. It was a little chilly in the morning, but the temperatures were supposed to get around 65-68 during the race. Couple that with both races starting over thirty minutes late, and I was a ball of nerves. I had met two women who were corralled behind me, but I went and stood with them at the start of the race.
I felt really great through the first six miles of the race – I was pacing to hit a 2 hour and 18 minute half marathon, but then I just petered out. I’m not really sure what happened – I still don’t feel like I slowed down that much, and I only walked a total of three minutes the whole half marathon – the rest was jogging. By about mile 10, my feet were really starting to bother me. I had some massive shin splints in my right leg, but the end was so close that I just powered through it.
I crossed the finish line with a time of 2:24:50 – not my best time and not my worst. I do have to say that I was really disappointed – I thought I had that 2:20 beat! I tried not to let it nag at me too much, because hey! I had just finished another half! That’s an amazing feat, and nothing to not be proud of.
I don’t buy the race pictures, because they’re ridiculously expensive, and I usually look like I’m about to pass out and die, but I didn’t mind these two at the finish line. I look determined and accomplished, and I loved them.
So all in all, a lot of fun, a little disappointment and some shin splints I’m still working out – but it is a great race, and I’d definitely do it again.
Maybe next go round I can beat that 2:20 – always gotta have a goal, right?