Plattsburgh Half Recap (1:27.19)
I don’t really know where to begin-so I will start here. I was very nervous for this race but if I wasn’t nervous that wouldn’t be fun to write about.
The race itself was on Sunday, but we left on Saturday afternoon so we wouldn’t have to hustle around and drive 2 hours to the race in the am. That wouldn’t have been so fun to do in the am.
I got there 45 minutes before wearing my new favorite racing outfit. LOLZwhoisabumblebee?
The race itself was not in my favorite running conditions. Coming from the Shamrock half last month in warm and sunny weather to this:
35 degrees, snow on the ground and cold…well…I’m a southern girl at heart to say the least.
Honestly though, bitching about the weather wouldn’t have done anything. Was I just not going to run because it was cold and miserable. Uh no.
I checked my bags but was still wearing long sleeves and a sweats and couldn’t go recheck them, so I did what any sane person would do and hid them on some random persons porch about one minute before the race. (my friends still make fun of me because after the race I was like…uh got to go get my clothes from this random persons porch) If they weren’t there when I finished…well that was gods way of telling me to stop buying so much crap (but they were).
But I tell you-the national anthem was one of the coldest minutes of my life. With that, the race was off and I was too.
Mile 1 was downhill and with the wind and I hit it in 6:40-I was a bit worried because I knew that didn’t give me much playing room to break 1:30.
Mile 2 was the uphill and into the wind. It was a miserable mile and my second least favorite (Mile 12 was the same stretch only more windy). To be as sappy as possible, some little girl yelled high five bumblebee as I ran by (she was about 6) and I gave her a high five. Honestly, if you are to in your “running zone” to give a little girl a high five…well then…we aren’t the same type of person. My race was already made.
By mile 2, I had pretty much warmed up (because I didn’t before the race) and my legs fell into a trance only to be awoken by random people telling me I was currently the top female overall (but I knew number 2 wasn’t too far). Also being woken up by some college soccer boys hitting on me at water stops and asking why I didn’t put my phone number on the bib (because my name was…men are so creative…).
My fastest mile split was a flat one (mile 8) going with the wind and I hit that in 6:05. I hit 9 miles in 1:00.15 and trekked up the bridge hill on mile 10. I took about half my gel at this point…which I didn’t really need but I don’t have the balls to not have a gel. (mental>physical)
My least favorite mile is between 11-12 because you reenter the starting line and can see the finish but know that there is no way in hell that is 2 miles away and know you are going back to face the wind (and uphill) one last time. Right after mile 12 was the nice uphill against the wind climb. My eyes were watering, I was instacold again and yelling but I knew I was almost there.
So I continued along my journey to the finish and finished in 1:27.15 as the top female overall.
I can’t tell you how thrilled I am. Plus I got this stunner trophy to hold more things in. Or drink from at the bar…I can’t quite decide what. So I guess this can be my new favorite race.