I ran a big race on Sunday and it was a blast but definitely not a PR day for me. It’s a longish story, but the short version is: don’t rely on GPS accuracy in NYC. Lol. According to my watch, I ran a 13.65 mile half marathon. And I even flew through Times Square at a blistering 4:30 pace, mowing over poor Meb in the process.
Um, no. I wish. Except running over Meb. I wouldn’t do that to my hero.
But it was one of my favorite race experiences just for the sheer joy of running, and I didn’t get sick to my stomach. Plus, I ended up running by feel the last half and did alright. Negative splits rock, baby!
I’ve got a little goal of trying to run 1 half marathon a month for this year, but many of those will be training runs rather than full-out race efforts. I want to continue to practice my mental game and work at resolving my stomach issues before my big goal race of the Wineglass Marathon in October. I’ve thrown in a few hilly halfs to help with this, and several of them are local (yay! Sleeping in my own bed!).
More about my weekend to come. It was great to share it with friends and plus The Book of Mormon was a riot.