This past Sunday, I ran the Myrtle Beach Mini-Marathon (um, half-marathon). The goal was to run a hard effort on semi-tired legs (I had just run a 22-miler a week prior) and then start tapering afterwards for my marathon, which is in three weeks. Mission accomplished.
Mike, mini-Mike, and I drove out to dirty Myrtle on Saturday. Logan did well in the car for about two hours and then wanted to get the heyull out, so I had some beautiful "pump-up music" for the remaining hour and a half. Upon arrival, we grabbed my number at the expo, checked into our hotel, made some spaghetti, threw it all over the floor, and then headed to the beach to watch the sunset before bed.
We REALLY love spaghetti. ...and yes, we were "hydrating".
Mm k, so after getting mini-Mike to bed, big-Mike and I watched a pretty good movie ("The Road Within") before learning why dirty Myrtle is in fact called dirty Myrtle. Around midnight, a group of, hmm, rambunctious (?) females outside our door REALLY wanted to teach Logan how to pronounce the letter "F" ...over and over and over again. Then, around 2am, a group of, hmm, aggressive (?)
gentlemen outside our door REALLY wanted to share in Logan's joy and proclaim their love for, um, suckers (but maybe add another four letter word in front of that) over and over and over again. At this tired point, I proclaimed what a big mistake this trip was, felt hugely selfish for putting Mike through, and throwing Logan off schedule for, this crap, and decided that I suck at life and shouldn't run. Yay negative-self-trash-talk! Ugh.
All good though, when the alarm went off at 4:30am, I thanked those f'ing c-suckers because I was pissed and ready to run! I proceeded to eat a small breakfast of two pop tarts, a clif bar, a banana, a bag of pretzels, and a cup and a half of coffee. Okay, perhaps not small, but what can I say, partying all night results in the freaking MUNCHIES!
The race went off in the dark at 7am. My plan was to run marathon pace for the first mile, which I reached in 6:36. We headed into a pretty strong wind for the first six or seven miles, so I tucked behind a dude for the next two miles, which passed at 6:22 pace. I then looked up and saw two girls a little ways ahead of me and decided it was in my best interest to start, um, stalking them? So, I did. I was in third female position now and had something to chase (or so I thought) ...
Aaaaand we're off!
The next three miles passed in 6:24, 6:18, and 6:16. These miles snaked around a little, so I practiced running the tangents really well since there are 55 TURNS on the Savannah Marathon course. What?! Yeah, no, seriously, it looks like someone handed Logan a crayon and said, "Ready, Set, Draw a course map!" Mm k, anywho, I closed the gap pretty well on the two girlies but realized I wasn't making up ground as fast as I'd hoped. So, at mile seven and with the wind now at our backs, I made like Logan with a toolbox and dropped the hammer. At mile nine, I passed one of the girls and was now in second, YAY (or so I thought)! The other girl wasn't really getting any closer, so at this point, I just focused on maintaining pace and staying controlled and strong. Miles seven through 11 were all between 6:11 and 6:15.
Somewhere around this point, a spectator yelled "fourth female"! I was like, dude, you like, soooooo can't count. I guess it lit a fire under my a$$ though because mile 12 passed in 6:08. Then, shortly thereafter, I saw Mike and mini-Mike! A huge smile (and perhaps a grunt of "is this over yet?!") erupted on my face until Mike yelled, "You're in fourth; you can get her!" Well, shit balls; I'm pretty sure Mike knows how to count. With 1.1 mile to go and full-well knowing I wasn't going to catch her, I think I sub-consciously slowed down a little. Ahh well. I snaked my way back into the wind and up the boardwalk to finish as fourth female, nine seconds off third, and ninth overall male/female in 1:22:42. Needless to say, I was ECSTATIC with the effort. I was not expecting to run this fast, and if it weren't for those girls, I most likely would not have.
I'm appreciative to have felt so strong both physically and mentally in this run, as it gives me a lot of confidence going into Savannah. I'm appreciative to Elite Performance Chiropractic for helping get my tight a$$ under control to run pain-free. I'm appreciative for a husband and son that support me and my neurotic ways to enable crazy weekends like this to happen. I'm appreciative for good friends to come home to that ate massive burgers, ice cream, and wine with me in celebration. I'm appreciative for the inspiration my Dad gave me the day before in winning his age group in the SONO 5K in Connecticut. Life is so good.
Now with that said, let the obsessive hand washing and weather.com hourly weather refreshing begin!