I am typically a controlled person. I do - on occasion - act impulsively. This weekend, as my husband, Adrian, and I traveled to Phoenix for the P.F. Chang's Rock n' Roll marathon, was one of those times.
Adrian was signed up for the marathon and I planned to cheer him on somewhere along the route and take photos of the event. We walked into the expo to pick up his race packet with thousands of other participants. As we passed by the registration table, he turned to me and said, "So, are you going to sign up for the half?"
Maybe it was seeing all of those psyched up people getting ready for race day. Maybe it was the free shots of cytomax and other running booty we received. Whatever it was, I found myself signing up for the half marathon within 15 minutes of Adrian's question. I figured, why not? I've hiked more than 13 miles in a day. I don't have to run the whole thing.
Here's how it went: Race day was great. It was an early start, but I slept well and really wasn't nervous because, quite frankly, I didn't have time to think about it. The marathoners left first at 7:40 a.m. The half marathoners - more than 21,000 of us - left at 8:30 a.m. The half marathon had a corral start, which meant I didn't cross the start line until 9 a.m.
I kept it slow. Real slow. I ran the whole way, only walking through the aid stations and once for a much needed port-a-pottie break at mile 5. I finished in 2 hours and 31 minutes. Adrian finished the marathon in 3 hours and 39 minutes. Clearly, he is a stronger runner.
Post race: I am sore in my quads and my left foot feels bruised. I wonder if I had my shoe tied too tightly?
I guess this fulfills my long run for the week, right Gale?