Well, my competitive nature made this half-marathon fun.
I ran the half-marathon in 2011 and 2013, so I knew what to expect. I knew about the hill up Boulevard of the Allies at the end; I knew about the plethora of bridges; I knew that I would get to make the Birmingham Bridge my bitch as usual.
Boyfriend and I ran together for the first 6 miles, because apparently I didn’t learn my lesson during last week’s 5K. I vaguely remember throwing his car keys to him and yelling I’LL CATCH UP LATER, because I wanted to pace naturally. Long legs, I have not.
I was feeling pretty good throughout most of the run. I was 99% happy that I was not running the full marathon, considering I didn’t even train for the half. But I’ll be darned if I wasn’t a tad nostalgic when I made the left turn to stay on the half marathon route, and not the right turn for the full marathon route.
I quickly got over my nostalgia when my knee started giving out, though. I had pre-emptively taped it before I started the race, knowing that distance tended to aggravate it. Cue mile 12, when it buckled three times. I had to run-walk the last mile, and ironically I think running downhill made it worse.
I finished with a PR of 2:30 though- I’m absolutely pleased. And then went home and took a bath and ate all of the food.
Here’s a photo that my boyfriend’s sister took while I was running in the North Side!