I ran my first half marathon in Indianapolis last weekend. It was 95% humidity and bout 84 degrees. Awesome.
Plus, I had not trained properly. I had been running about 6-7 miles twice a week until Robin, my running partner, left for a month to Finland. Then, I honestly ran about twice. Ugh. Not exactly a training schedule. Running 9 miles ONCE doesn't really prepare your body to race 13. Whoopsa.
I felt amazingly awesome until mile 8, then absolutely hit a wall at 11. I had to make a million bargains with myself not to walk during the last mile. But I didn't, and I ended up with a time that I'm really proud of: 1:54:23, which is an 8:42 pace. Not bad for an ill-prepared first timer right?
|Here I am crossing the Indy race track finish line.|
I'm not sure I will do another half anytime soon. It was fun, but at mile 9 I just kept thinking: "Why the heck am I doing this?" I didn't have an answer. Surely, it wasn't for the awesome photos. Yeah, check these out. I look like death! (p.s. the HOHA shirt is from my old running club, the Hoboken Harriers.)