Great job, TrekDianna! You should be VERY proud of your accomplishment!
I did a half yesterday too. This same race was my first (and only) half marathon two years ago. It is the race that prompted me to sign up for 3 more in the spring of that year (all of which I had to pull out of due to my injury). The only reason I was signed up for this one in 2013 is because they automatically rolled me over into it for not racing in 2012. When I realized this mid-summer, I was nervous and thinking that I wasn't ready but figured, why not?
Last week, during my taper, my long run was 8 miles. I only managed 7 before I had to walk the last mile home because my foot hurt so badly. Oddly enough, I had no foot trouble for the 11 and 12 mile training runs of the previous weeks. So I was nervous about this race. I was well rested, I ran twice this past week, and the weather was very much to my liking (50's and dry). My plan was to just run. Not to worry about time or pace...just to run and keep it comfortable.
Started out at a good pace but kept it in check. Around mile 3 I started to think "OMG, I still have 10 miles to run? Ugh...I better get comfortable". Right around 6 - 7 miles, I started to lag, so I made the point of observing all the good things about the day. It was beautiful weather, a great temperature, I was doing a nice long run while someone else provided me with water, there were lots of funny outfits to observe, my husband was waiting for me at the finish, etc. As I was doing this, I realized that I did the exact same thing at the exact same spot 2 years ago (course was the same). Now I can't help but wonder if that part of the route was a false-flat or something?! Anyway, I also noticed that everyone was breathing hard but me. I was a bit chilled too, but I was afraid to push any harder for fear that my foot wouldn't make it the full 13.1 miles. I told myself that if I made it to 9 miles without pain, I could consider picking up the pace. When I hit 7, I immediately thought, "Oh goody! Only two more miles before I can run a little harder and warm up some!".
At 8, I picked up the pace just a tad. At 9, the same. By mile 10, I was feeling really good so I opened it up a little more. Between 8 and 12 are where the only two hills on the course fall. I buzzed up both of them, feeling incredibly strong. I flew past everyone! I think I'm built to run hills...I was barely breathing a little faster while everyone else was dying and resting/walking. This is not the first time I've observed this oddity. Go figure.
At mile 12, I realized that I'd just run strongly though the mile where I was dying 2 years ago. Back then, I almost quit. I was certainly hobbling (my hips were all of a sudden killing me). When I realized how good I still felt, I picked it up again. By 12.5, I really let it loose and RAN it in to the finish. I was leaping around people and smiling and having a grand old time. People seemed to like it as I got a ton of cheers! When I crossed the finish line, my husband looks at me and says 'are you even sweating? You look like you just came back from walking the dogs or something!'
Yeah, that means I didn't run it anywhere near as hard as I could have! That's OK. I did the best I could with a bunch of unknowns. Ended up with a 2:22 (had a 2:16 in 2011).
Today my legs are pleasantly tight, but not that sore. My foot is also a tad sore, but nothing major at all. Now I know that I can run 13.1 miles without pain. I also know that with a little more training and some better pacing, I can CRUSH this time during my half marathon in December. Yay!