Race Day 2007 - BlueCross BlueShield Half Marathon
I had only about 4 hours of sleep. I couldn’t get to sleep the night before and the morning of I wanted to get there early to be able to park for the race. As excited as I was it quickly became a frustrating morning.
The alarm went off at 4:30 AM and I hit snooze…the second time it went off I was up. My DH stayed up entirely too late the night before (playing PS2, come on) and didn’t want to budge when I first tried to wake him. So I go and get the baby (she’s 2…LOL!) dressed, pack up her diapers, wipes, snacks…you know the usual stuff. Go back into our bedroom and DH is still asleep. So I go and get up my 8 year old and get him dressed and downstairs. Finally, hubby decides to join the land of the living. Okay, so he’s tired right and he’s got this chip on his freaking shoulder like it’s my fault he overslept. He starts yelling about how I should’ve had all this done last night. I don’t know about you, but I’m not a big fan of dressing kids the night before…every time I’ve done that they ended up having an “accident.”
So I’m trying to not let his attitude affect my mood. I’m counting to ten, I’m taking deep breaths, and I’m letting the sarcastic comments slide…all to avoid an argument. So at around 6:30 we finally headed out the door to head to Baltimore. DH ran back in the house a few times because we forgot something…have no idea what it was now. It was chilly and dark, but the sky was beautiful…it seemed that the stars shone just for me. (Did I just write that sappy sentence?) Any who, the GPS mapped our route and we were off. Traffic was surprisingly congested considering it was a Saturday morning…where were these people going? I was supposed to be in the car eating my oatmeal, but with all the butterflies in my stomach there just wasn’t any room for food. The drive seemed forever…it was as if we were only doing 10 miles an hour…when I looked over the cruise control was set at 70 MPH.
Upon arriving at the stadium we were attempting to park in the same lot we did as race packet pickup, but there was so much traffic we decided the further away from the event the better. I called Katie and left her a message to see where they were. I wanted to see Kate and Rachel off on their full marathon, but if you’ve never experienced one of MD’s early freight trains, that didn’t happen. The first train literally took 15 minutes to go by and as soon as we ended over to the exit of the parking lot the gates went down again. By that time we had to find our FIRM friends. Before I could meet up with them we stopped at the bathrooms to allow my 8 year old to go. And then I saw how there was a table set up with people who had not picked up their race packets and boxes of race shirts. So let’s just say that Under Armor large and the large sized shirts I buy are too different kinds of large. When I picked up my shirt and then saw it…it looked like it was for my 8 year old. The shirt was so small that if I tried to put it on I would’ve had to have plastic surgery to remove. So I quickly ran over and exchanged it for an extra large…the lady said they were out and only had 2X available…we both said “even better” at the same time and got a great chuckle out of it.
From there Katie guided me through the city so I could find the “gals” before the 5K started. I briefly said my good lucks and hellos, because I had just ditched DH across the street who was horrible (sorry honey) at maneuvering the stroller. Afterwards, I introduced DH and 2/3 of my children to Lori and Steph. I’m not sure if I told them this or not, but I was explaining to my hubby that he should think twice when he says the people in the infomercial aren’t real. So we followed them to the start of the half, which I’m glad we did because we probably would’ve never found it. I had enough time to warm up and get my mind focused on the task at hand.
Standing in the “pit” is what I called it, the starting line was in the middle of the street and tied off on each side with a plastic rope. It was like herded cattle. This one woman kept saying look at all these people with iPods, yadda yadda this and that. I felt like saying this is my running partner so get over it. But I was in a zone and I wasn’t going to let her annoying remarks get me rattled before the start. I managed to find my hubby on the bridge over the starting point and tried, to no avail, to get his attention. I saw my DS holding my DD near the railing of the bridge and all you mothers out there know how I was feeling. He is very lucky I didn’t take the cell phone with me…LOL!!! So the gun goes off and it took about 5 minutes before I could actually start running because there were so many people. For the first 2 miles, I don’t think I heard a word on my iPod…all I kept repeating to myself is “pace yourself, it’s not a race.” Okay so maybe it was a race, but I had to totally psych myself out.
My plan for the race was to walk at every water/Gatorade station…I read that somewhere online. It sounded good, so I went with it. It definitely forced me to drink more which was a good thing, considering some parts of the race were baking under the sun. There were a couple of other times I took walk breaks too, they were mainly on some of the hills…just the look of them were daunting. There was this one woman…we’ll call her “red-shirt girl” who I had come across and just happened to be running beside her, a little in front or a little behind her at times. She was doing a walk/jog from what I could tell, but every time I would get close to her she would take off running. The first couple of times I didn’t pay any attention to it. But later in the race I noticed it more and more. All I kept thinking was that she was going to pass out from running like that and we still have so much to go. I stopped at a station and then stood in line for the bathroom as red-shirt girl went by, I could feel her staring a hole in me. I kept thinking I’ve got to stay with her, because all in all I was using her for a pacer. When we got to the lake area I saw her again walking, well at least until I came up and then she sprints off again. On the other side of the lake I had to stop and stretch my calves and hams, I felt them getting tight. The view was so beautiful I could have stayed there much longer. There was one last hill (at least that I remember) after the lake and it was smooth sailing from there.
When I saw the sign for mile 12 I got excited…some people really put the after burner on, but I refrained. I actually did quite a bit of walking and jogging during that mile because I was in a lot of pain. My feet were sore, my uterus felt like it could drop out any minute…it hurt like hell when I sneezed. The streets were lined at the end and people were calling out bib numbers and giving praise. Little kids were on the roadside waiting to slap high fives…it was amazing. You almost there, they kept reminding us. It had to be at a point of only about a ½ mile to go, where…you guessed it, I see red-shirt girl. That was my signal to go a little faster, she must’ve saw me out the corner of her eye and tried to take off running, but she had to quickly stop and walk again. Even though it was an unfortunate situation, but I’m so glad I was able to pace myself. The closer I got to the finish the louder the crowd was and the adrenaline is flowing. I was like a kid at Christmas time when I my FIRM friends cheering me on and flashing that sign with my name on it. I wanted to run over and hug them because I had gotten that far. So the finish line is in my sights and I see my DS sitting under a table with a bunch of other kids clapping and cheering. I asked him where’s Daddy and he pointed over his shoulder and you wouldn’t believe who I saw…
…you thought I was gonna said red-shirt girl…didn’t you?!?!? I saw my hubby jumping up and down screaming my name with a big grin on his face who just so happened to be wearing a red shirt. So my finish time was 2:52:38, which was great because I really wanted to finish in under 3 hours. A second under would have been great, so this time was the icing on the top. If you’ve read this far, thanks for sharing in my experience.