New Hampton 1/2 Marathon - Hampton, NH, 2-15-09
1:34:55, age group win, prizes: Lindt chocolate and a beer mug!
Splits that I remember:
3 - 20:57
7 - 49:48
11 - 1:20:24
I couldn’t find a Valentine Happy Bunny shirt, so I had to decide between the Christmas one and the Halloween one. Went for Halloween. Lucky. And I felt like I did that morning in October, tired, cranky, pulling focus from something deep in me.
Chase the fast boys from the start because it’s fun to be on the front of that line, chase the curves and winding neighborhood roads. Tie the bunny ears of an untied shoe again as I swallow water, lost the front pack but it was necessary. 20:57 at mile 3 and tummy cramps. You will feel good and you will feel bad so right now, DEAL and they get better but never go away.
Mile four my only thought nine left the focus I have today, a single word in my head and the peace of that.
Run
Calculate average pace at every mile marker and I’ve sipped from sevens to 7:05, 7:10, pink sarcasm font nice job with pacing, kiddo. but at mile 6 my hip flexors are the raw soreness that I should feel at the end, but not now. There are enough miles under my legs that my form doesn’t fall apart, but this prevents me from running as fast as I want to over the second half. My legs are turning over, but not fast enough.
Gu, force fed at mile eight. Everyone else is tossing the wrappers on the ground but I do not like to litter. I also do not have pockets. Because I am creative: I tuck it into my sportsbra and laugh for a couple seconds over that.
Sea salt and vinegar, the taste of ocean air as I turn the corner for a five mile straightaway back. Five is easy, five miles nothing, yeah except then the last three feel so long.
From Judson’s message this morning: “a half marathon is a long race.” and “have fun.”
The half marathon is not long, not when you run a 1:34:55, but that last 5k is long. Sneak under that clock before it hits 1:35, what did you tell Brian and Suzanne and Dave, I’ll run under 1:35. There and yeah - I’m happy.
CAPTAIN CANADA! where’s your RR? did you get tiger-chiked? ![]()