Alright, Brooklyn. Let's do this.
This race was challenging. Not the race itself, that was pretty straightforward. I just wasn't feeling great, which made this simple run challenging.
I was up at 4:30 am. My stomach was a soupy mess- more than just anxiety butterflies. I drove into Manhattan and grabbed my pre race breakfast. Bacon egg and cheese on a bagel and coffee. Parked, got on a train to Brooklyn, found my way to the corrals.
I was not in the last corral! 18/20, but still, every little victory counts. I am not the slowest! :D
The way it was set up, most of the portapotties were nowhere near the corrals. So by the time I got to my corral, I had to go again. That was not happening- the lines for the TWO portapotties at the corrals were super long. Not helpful to my sour stomach.
Despite starting a little later than the expected 7 am start time, the waves moved pretty quickly. It took over an hour to get through all the corrals at Disney! This took only about 20 minutes. And we ran off, straight into the sun.
the starting line
me at the starting line going oh shit, better take a selfie for the blog!
It was a clear, cool morning, with light wind. The air was super dry. About a quarter of a mile in, I had a coughing fit. This made me gag, and I actually forced myself not to barf. This was disheartening. Over the next few miles, I felt pretty crappy. My left big toenail was bothering me. My boobs hurt. My stomach hurt. I felt weepy. I was tired. I didn't feel like running. My inner voice was straight up whining.
about the point where I decided to buck up, cupcake.
At some point though, I gave myself a stern talking to. I decided that since I was already there, and running, to try to make the best of it.
And wouldn't you know? I almost PR'ed! There was a crazy long hill at the end that threw me off, but otherwise I would have beaten my time in March. Not bad considering how rotten I felt.
See what I mean about the CW-X leggings being super unflattering?
With four half marathons now under my belt, I need a new running goal.
If it was this high every day, I'd look very different.
Hidden in my bedroom, because I think these things are braggy. Also, it doesn't match our house decor in any way, shape, or form. I didn't even want to get one of these! But I thought this was the best way to organize this stuff. Now it's full. Do I get a new one?