After all my whining last post about not PR-ing in any distance this year, I have since ran PR's in the 5km, 10km, and half-marathon distances. So... There is that.
With the help of my lovely sister in law, we made it to package pick up where I signed both me and my sister up, and deftly forged her signature on her waiver form, and we were all set for the next day.
I was feeling good. It was a gorgeous fall day, and I was feeling hopeful that I could maybe perhaps PR. I got the all clear from my sis that it was cool for us to run solo. I was feeling lucky.
Traffic was slow moving so we got to the start about 5 minutes before the race was set to begin. I could not find my sister, so I just assumed she was somewhere in the crowd and I would find her once the race spread out a bit.
The countdown began, and we were was off. I had my watch and I was going to go moderately hard and see what my pace was at 1km and try and stick with that.
At 5mins in I received a phone call from my sister asking where I was... she had not started yet, haha, she had trouble finding parking. I told her to get moving, and I would see her on the out and back section.
My first kilometre was completed in 5:25. Despite the snow, that pace felt pretty comfortable so that was my new goal. We crossed a couple bridges and the second was was particularly icy. It required almost walking to not slip. I just kept my head down and kept running. Pushing myself onwards.
Here are some splits if you're into that:
1) 5:23 7) 5:26
2) 5:15 8) 5:303) 5:20 9) 5:26
4) 5:39 10) 5:40
5) 5:35 11) 5:36)
So needless to say kilometre 12 was slower.
12) 6:29 - Bathroom break
I saw my sister, she was on her way out, and I was on the way back of this one section! Yay! She looked good, we high-fived, and kept going.
15) 5:3616) 5:37
And my stomach felt terrible again. I was counting down the kilometres until I saw that bathroom again. I was in a bad place trying to get there. Not fun.
17) 7:19 - Another bathroom break! Not cool.
After getting out of the bathroom, my goal was to go as fast as possible and pass as many people as possible.
I passed 13 people on this final stretch, it felt great. (Side story: I give people nicknames, like neon gloves, or brown hat, and in my head I just say neon gloves I am coming for you. Near the end I was trying pretty hard to pass brown hat, and with 200m to go, I realized he was not in the race, just out for a run. No wonder his legs seemed fresher than mine.)
And so I crossed the finish line in 1:55:30 a new PR by 1 minute.
Here's the real kicker though. If you cut off the time I was in the bathroom, my time was 1:52:15 (The moving time listed on my watch), and you take into account that it was my first winter run, and a run at double the elevation I am used to, I would say I really killed this half-marathon. I am really proud of myself.
I know it is not real or official, but I am choosing to ignore my crappy stomach, and say I ran a 1:52. A PR by 4 minutes. This is my new unofficial PR and I am sticking with it, and no one can make me change my mind about it. So if you're a stickler about the 'rules' too bad.
So I froze at the finish, I wanted to see my sister cross the finish line. (It was her first half-marathon. It is a big deal.) She crossed in 2:18:23. SO PROUD. Since she started late her gun-time was 2:24:11. Almost six minutes slower. She passed 62 people over the course of the race. Good job girl!