Somebody Kill Me Strides
Let me first start off by saying that this is just my experience with the Griffith Park Half marathon and I’ll be posting a full recap/review of the race tomorrow.
First of all 8:30 race starts in the winter are brilliant because I could wake up at 6 and have PLENTY of time to get ready. I even had time to craft a cute little poem for ya’ll before I got going. (Yes I said ya’ll, this must be post race delirium)
Since my calf was being rough last week, Dr. Scott recommended either putting on a handful of pre-race miles or using a heat wrap. I chose the heat wrap. #lazybum
I got to the race start and really thought this was going to be a training run since I’m not competitive at all (riiiiight). The plan – 10 good miles, play the last 3. This was all fun and games except that a mile in I realized I was woman #2. So I lied. This ended up so not being a training run but more of a race.
Random Facts About the Race:
Placing: 1:54:50 or somewhere around there and a 3rd place woman overall finish. Fun times.
Photo Finish: I may
or may not have done a switch leap across the finish line. I’m not even kidding.
Pedestrian: I was more pedestrian and less runner for about 3/4 of a mile throughout the race when I literally could not run. I walked. It was in bursts, it was always at brutal places uphill and everyone else was doing it so there.
Party: Somewhere along the way I met Shawn and Rueben who pretty much kept me together at the end of the race and then we spent time afterward talking faith, tattoos, and PR’s – you know, typically runner stuff. I seriously *heart* the running community.
Potty Mouth: Uh, pretty sure the climbing of 3 different mountains or whatever caused me to utter pretty much every word not allowed on TV a few times. Sorry fellow runners, I was a little cranky.
Photos: I’ll show more pics later, but even as I ran in 2nd place I stopped to take a few photos along the way.
Panties: Apparently I’m running with the big girls now since most of the women who finished around me typically run 1:32-1:35 half paces. Honestly, if I hadn’t spent 5,100 some odd feet going uphill and this was a flat course (what if’s right?!), I think this level of effort would have nabbed me a pretty li’l PR.
To summarize the race best…I’ll always remember the Griffith Park Half Marathon as the day I learned that hills are no joke and….
The day I kicked ass in argyle & pigtails.