where life meets style
I ran a half marathon on Sunday, in Dallas. It was an exercise in challenging my comfort zone, from the very beginning. Wade was supposed to go with me (and drive me around), but things around here have been a little crazy lately, and it just wasn’t possible for both of us to be away this weekend. So Saturday morning we decided that I would drive down by myself. Because no big deal! I can drive to Dallas and find my way around downtown and run my race and get myself home, all alone. Why not?
OMG so many reasons why not. And yet, I totally did it. Go me.
I was sad that Wade didn’t go with me — we could really use a little time away, and he is the World’s Best Driver. But when I realized that I would get all the pillows, I got over it. I ordered room service and told Facebook about how I drove myself to Dallas — and my friend Laura messaged me to say that not only was she in Dallas for the same race, but she and her husband and friends were staying at the same hotel and would drive me to and from the race.
Runners are good people, y’all.
I fell asleep at 8:30 (with all the pillows!) and woke up at 4:45 feeling ready to go. And then I looked at the weather and started to worry a little. Because when it’s nearly 70 degrees at 5:45 in the morning, that’s not a good sign. Also, that 85% humidity? VERY BAD. Very very bad.
I joked with Laura before we left the hotel that I should just pin my bib on my shorts because clearly I wasn’t going to end up running all 13.1 miles with my shirt on. Ha ha ha so funny!
I made it less than a mile before I stripped off the shirt and stuffed it down the back of my shorts. I’m sure those will be some smokin’ hott race photos. Gah.
The first six miles of the course were uphill — unrelentingly, brutally, consistently uphill — and parts of the course were so narrow that it felt like all 27,000 runners were right on top of me. It was insane, and incredibly difficult. But dammit I ran that whole uphill six miles — in fact, I got to mile ten before I had to walk. Because OMG STILL UPHILL EVEN THEN WTH DALLAS???
Laura and her friends all run (a lot) faster than I do; I figured I would just see them at our meeting place at the finish. And then around mile 9 I caught up to Laura, who was having a rough day. We ran together on and off for the last four miles, which was nice (aside from the fact that we were both dying). She outlasted me at the end and finished four minutes ahead of me, which meant that she was waiting for me at the finish.
I always tell people not to worry about meeting me at the end of a race — I don’t run so that people can cheer me on. But I have to admit that it was really nice to cross the finish line and see a friendly face, particularly one who understood what I’d been through. Because damn that was a hard run.
I can’t say this was a fun run, because it was not. At all. But it wasn’t a bad run. I finished in 2:13:12, so not the two hours I was hoping for, but not as slow as the Memorial, and not nearly as miserable. I ran almost the whole way and even though the heat and humidity got to me, I felt good afterward. And I ran nearly the entire way, despite the heat and humidity and some possible overtraining on my part, so go me.
I learned three things in this race: I will not be going back to run the Dallas Marathon next year (six! miles! straigh! up! hill! nothankyou), I could stand to do more hill training (because the Memorial Marathon course also has a hilly section in the first few miles), and I can totally drive myself to Dallas, run 13.1 miles and drive myself home — no big deal.
And that’s my race recap. You’re welcome.