After sleeping through my shakeout run Friday morning, I figured I’d do some light yoga when I got home after work. Yea, I didn’t do that either. Instead, I sat on my couch and ate more than is required to run 13.1 miles. I’m not even sorry.
My alarm went off at 4:51 (have I mentioned that setting an alarm in a time that ends with a 0 or 5 makes me antsy and I won’t do it? #weirdo) and I, very miserably, got myself dressed and ready to head out the door to pick up Jess and Michelle by 5:30am.
I like watching/listening to the news in the morning as I get ready but was super disappointed/annoyed that I was UP TOO EARLY ON A WEEKEND and the news wasn’t on. That’s right, I was up before the news. Did you know that the news comes on at 5:30am on Saturdays? Because it does. So yea, I was stuck watching NY1. Good times.
We chatted in the cab on our way to the start, hoping the rain would hold off but glad we had hats for the run and dry clothes for after just in case it didn’t. As I really had no time goals for this race, I felt super relaxed.
Brooklyn Half Breakdown:
Start – Prospect Park
This whole part was just yuck. It was hot and humid and by mile 3 I was actually wishing for a slight drizzle. As the miles went on, I figured that there was no way I was going to have a good race. My breathing felt labored, the sweat wasn’t evaporating off my skin and was instead itching every part of me, and my legs were all “nope, don’t want to do this today.”
At the top of the Prospect Park hill of death, I decided I’d just maintain the pace and try to finish happy. I believe my exact words were, “it’s not like I’m winning this thing.”
The remainder of the park is downhill so that definitely helped physically (and cut lots of seconds off the pace) but getting out of the park did tons for my mental well-being. Prospect Park < Central Park.
The slight incline of the ramp getting on to Ocean Parkway felt absolutely insane this year. Has it always been that bad?
Despite feeling awful in those beginning miles and already resolving myself to not having a good race, I really started to settle into my run on Ocean Parkway. The miles seemed to tick by and my legs started to feel really good.
By mile 8 it began to drizzle (which felt really good) and then almost immediately it started pouring (which felt really bad). But whatever, it’s just water, and contrary to what some scorned men of my past may tell you, I don’t melt.
By mile 11, the rain stopped and it was within this mile that I finally looked at my watch and did the math. I leaned over to Jess, “I can PR.”
I haven’t raced a half-marathon since 2012 and I’m definitely a stronger runner now than I was back then so I kinda figured this would happen. But still, I almost didn’t allow myself to think it until we got close enough that I knew it could happen… and easily.
Now that I knew a PR was going to happen even though I hadn’t even tried, I was all sorts of giddy. As we got closer and closer to the finish line, I couldn’t contain my excitement for the upcoming months. I cannot wait to push myself and really see what I can do with the half-marathon distance come September.
Unfortunately, while I was prancing on air, Jess was rolling her ankle in a water-filled pothole so that kind of dampened her race
a little a lot. We held hands to get up the ramp to the boardwalk and continued holding hands to the finish line, finishing Meb-style like the adorable solemates we have become these past few months.
Upon crossing the finish line, I shook Mary Wittenberg’s hand (one last time!), ran into my hs friend Nico (hey there buddyyy!), refueled quickly with some salty drinks/snacks (I figured this was better than licking the salt off my face #gross), and then we got ourselves to bag check as fast as we could.
The second I got my bag, I began stripping immediately. Parking lot full of strangers? Ain’t no thang. Within seconds, I had on a dry shirt and sports bra and was changing out of my soaked pants with a black garbage bag around my waist. #classy
The rest of the day was perfect. I had a beer
with and then lunch (order not recommended after a long distance race – whoops), watched the Rangers game from my couch, and ended the evening with Pitch Perfect 2.
So there ya have it. I PRed without trying (2:03:20) and finished hand-in-hand with a girl who has rocked my socks since the first day we tweeted to each other.
Congrats to all Brooklyn Half finishers!
What should I do in the six weeks before I start Newport training?
How can I convince my Super to install a seat in my shower for when I’m tired post-race?