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Longview Half Marathon – DNF, 2018

If you read my post from yesterdaypost from yesterday then you already know the result from the Longview Half on Saturday. In fact, if you read the title to this post then you probably know the outcome of this half marathon.

Did Not Finish

My very first DNF. And it was just about as fun as you’d probably imagine. But it was still a race that I showed up to the starting line for, so we’re gonna recap it!

So if you follow me on Instagram you probably already know about my pile. Hahaha so people like to create a “flat runner” with all of their gear laid out nice and neat a day or so before a race. I am not one of those people. Last week around Monday or Tuesday I started gathering up all of the gear that I needed and thought I might wear for both of my half marathons. But instead of being all nice and neat I just kinda threw it all on a stool in my bedroom. But hey, at least it was all in one place! 😂

So my gear pretty much stayed like that until after packet pick up on Friday.

Luke and I were actually super busy on Friday (which you can read more about here 😉 ). We had a lot of stuff we needed to get done, including packet pick up for Longview and my dad was driving to Kansas from Colorado that day so we had to be ready for him as well. Plus we had to go to 4 DIFFERENT STORES to find a box of freaking frozen whole grain waffles for my race day breakfasts. That was a whole thing haha. We did finally find me some waffles, got to and from packet pick up (which is usually an uneventful affair for a lot of the local races that I do) without any incidents, and my dad did eventually get to Kansas.

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We did end up getting everything done that we needed to of Friday, so that was great! So I ended up spending that afternoon/night resting, relaxing, and getting my gear ready, making a playlist, setting my coffee maker, you know, important stuff like that!! By the time Luke and I went to bed at 10:00 pm my pile was actually looking kinda civilized! But my dad didn’t make it to our neck of the woods until around 10:30 pm that night, so he went straight to his hotel instead of stopping at our house first.

 

So I woke up at 6:30 am on Saturday morning feeling good, confident, and ready to go! I drank my coffee, at my pre-race breakfast, and got dressed all while texting my dad haha. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to just meet us at the race, if he wanted us to pick him up at the hotel, of he wanted to meet us at the house, or whatever so that’s mostly what we were trying to figure out. Eventually we decided that Luke and I were going to meet him at his hotel and he was going to follow us to the race. So after I was ready that’s where Luke and I headed.

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Before we move on we need to discus the weather a little bit. That was also a big topic between Luke, my dad, and I that morning, because it was crazy and unseasonably cold. The temperature just kinda dropped out of nowhere on Saturday and I don’t think a lot of people were really prepared for that drastic of a drop in temperature in the middle of November. I know I sure wasn’t…

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Anyway, Luke and I met up with my dad at his hotel and then were off to the starting line! The whole parking situation was a little bit weird (isn’t it always haha) and the guy who was directing traffic wasn’t really being specific about where and how people were supposed to park in this field, but I guess enough people had done this kinda thing enough times and we eventually figured it out. Usually we park in the field right next to the starting line, but this year we ended up in a different field about 1/2 a mile away. Eventually I ended up being really grateful for where we ended up parking hahaha. Luke complained the whole way walking to the starting line because it was COLD. But the views of the lake were beautiful!

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Once we got to the starting line we thought we had actually made it in time for me to stand in line to use a port-o-potty and not have to worry about missing the starting gun! It was a really close call last year! But yet again we were wrong and 20 minutes was not enough time…. I’m telling you, they need more port-o-potties at the start of this race! But anyway, I was still able to line up before the gun went off. They started the race about 10 minutes late again this year, probably because of all of the people in line to use the bathroom. I’m not sure if they actually played the national anthem this year. If they did Luke, my dad, and I sure didn’t hear it haha! But they counted us down and sent us on our way.

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So I made a bad decision with how I was dressed this year. It was crazy cold so I figured I should wear one of my heavier hoodies over one of my warmer running jackets. That turned out to be a bad idea because I was starting to get really warm before I had even hit a mile. Well, my torso was anyway. At that point my legs were cold and heavy and I couldn’t feel my toes haha. Running like that was kinda hard. Anyway, I had to fumble around with my bib a little bit, but I managed to get the extra hoodie off, toss it, and put my bib back onto my other jacket haha. I think I might have finished the first mile or so during that whole ordeal? Honestly I don’t remember the miles very well haha. I’ve done this race 3 times before this year, but they changed the course this year so it was all new to me. Plus I was having some trouble paying attention to things. 😉

Anyway, I remember seeing the 2nd mile marker and thinking that I didn’t feel so great. But at that point I was hoping it was just because I was really cold and needed to warm up a little bit.  Somewhere around miles 2-3 ish I crossed over the damn for the first time. There were timing mats at the begging and end of the dam along with a finish line at the end because there was a little “race within the race” to see who could get over the dam the fastest. Obviously I wasn’t a contender for that, but it’s still pretty neat! That’s also why it looks like I’m crossing a finish line in the photos below. Because I kinda was haha.

 

Just looking at those I can tell I was already struggling at that point. I remember seeing the mile 3 marker and just thinking that I wasn’t going to be able to do this for 10 more miles. It was sill crazy cold for this time of year and that was really making my asthma act up. I felt like shit. The wind crossing back over the dam was making my situation worse, and I started texting Luke telling him that I was struggling. Apparently after I did that him and my dad went and bought me a powerade and a banana and started walking in my direction. Not on the course though. They walked along the median in the road.

At mile 4 I knew I wasn’t going to make it. There was just no way. I texted Luke telling him I think I needed to stop and asked him how far away the car was from mile 4. He didn’t answer (we didn’t have a very good signal out there), so I texted my dad as well and got nothing from him either. Honestly at that point that was ridiculously heartbreaking. Looking back it’s kinda funny, but in the moment it really wasn’t.

As I approaching mile 5 I finally heard back from Luke. He told me they were approaching mile 5 with some stuff for me and I let him know I was coming up on mile 5 as well. Right as I passed the mile marker I saw them walking at me. That was equal parts THE BEST THING EVER and THE WORST THING EVER, because I knew I had to quit, but I felt like I was letting them down at that point. Along with everyone else who’s been following along with my training this year.

Once we got to each other they offered me all of the goodies they brought for me, but I told them I was done. They said ok, we’re only a mile away from the car. Haha I think it was actually less than that though, so thank goodness for that! So we started heading that direction, I took off my bib, stopped my watch, and walked off the course. Officially earning my very first DNF. Honestly I think walking away would have been a lot harder if I didn’t have another race the day after. If I didn’t I think I just might have tried to keep going and I don’t think that would have been a good idea…

Once we got to the parking area Luke started the truck for me while I cut off my timing chip. Then I sat in the truck while Luke and my dad walked another 1/2 mile to the starting line to give them my timing chip and let them know I wasn’t finishing (I was worried that the race officials would see that I started but didn’t finish and freak out about that). While they were there they also got me a yogurt and chocolate milk and walked back another 1/2 mile to get back to me hahaha. Oh man, I’m forever grateful that they did that for me though.

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We ended up hanging out in the parking area for a little while, just talking and then figuring out what we were going to do for the rest of the day. Luke had to go to work and my dad and I had a packet pick up to go to, so Luke went home to get ready for work and my dad and I ended up going to Garry Gribble’s running store to pick up our stuff for our half on Sunday.

But I’ll talk about all of that in my Gobbler Grind recap. Spoiler alert; that one ends on a much better note. 😉 So that’s all for now! It’s been snowing all day and it’s still coming down at 12:44 pm as I type this, so I need to go play in it. 😉

I hope you had a great weekend!

~Ashley

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Longview Half Marathon Recap 11/11/17

It’s done! Finally! This terrible, horrible, crazy training cycle is finally over! My 3rd half marathon is done, I did it, and I never have to worry about half marathon number 3 ever again!!!! 😉

I know I’ve talked about how and why this training cycle just did not go well about 8 billion times, but I figure for the purpose of this race recap I should mention why, yet again. So just real quick, I hurt my knee in August, was unable to run for most of August and September because of that. I had a bunch of crazy life stuff going on; family stuff, a friend who died, and some other randomness. Then a week before race day I got sick with a terrible chest cold and I found out during the race that I definitely was not as over it as I thought it was.

Okey Dokey, now that that’s out of the way, I just want to take a second to say that I’m a little bit disappointed with how the Longview Half was organized this year. I know this race is still really new (this was literally the 4th year they’ve held it) and I’m sure there are plenty of kinks to work out, but I just feel like the previous two years that I ran this race it went a little bit better. Especially in regards to the aid stations.

So first off, I don’t think there are enough porta potties at the starting line. Especially now that there are more runners because of the 5k that’s attached to this event now. I’m pretty sure the half started a few minutes late because of the amount of runners still in line to use the porta potties. I do, however, really appreciate the person (I’m not sure if he was a race official or a volunteer, but I can only assume he was somehow involved with putting on the race) who was encouraging the 5k runners to let the half marathon runners go first. I do not appreciate the man who was wearing jeans and obviously not a runner, who was in front of me in line….Come on people, let the runners go first!!! We paid to be here, do this thing, and use all of the race amenities.

Second off, I feel like the aid station situation was a complete disaster! I’m not sure who the aid station volunteers were this year, but for the most part they seemed to mostly be a bunch of high school age kids and they were super duper unorganized. Like, last year and the year before the first couple of people handing out cups would have water and then the next couple of people would have water and it was nice and organized and easy to make it through the aid station with what you needed. This was not the case this year. This year it was all completely random. Some people had Gatorade, some had water, some had both, and a lot of them weren’t telling you what they had, so you’d have to ask. I guess that’s not really that big of a deal, but it was a little confusing. But what really sucked was that a lot of these kids were running around the tables, in the road, and just all over the place. That was super stressful and confusing. At one point I wasn’t even sure where I was supposed to go because people were running around everywhere and standing in front of the arrows pointing out the race course, and it sucked. Also, I don’t think the Gatorade was mixed properly. The previous two years I ran this race the Gatorade tasted fine, but this year it was super watered down and gross…That was crazy disappointing.

And yet again the person who was supposed to be calling out names at the finish line missed a bunch of people this year. I didn’t get to witness this and I actually got announced as I crossed the finish line this year (last year I didn’t), but my husband Luke did, and he told me it was really starting to piss him off. He told me that just doesn’t seem fair because this is a bunch of people’s big day and that everyone deserves to feel like a bad ass athlete at the finish line of their race, and I totally agree! I don’t think it’s fair that some people miss out on that. And I can personally say that it is a little bit disappointing when you don’t get to hear your name being announced as you cross the finish line, because like I said, I didn’t get that last year.

Alrighty then! Now that that’s out of the way, lets talk about my race day!!

It started at 5:45 am, which I now know was waaay too late haha. The race started at 8 am and is 40 minutes away from my house, so I thought that would give me enough time to eat, get dressed, and then get to the starting line with plenty of time to spare, but that was not the case. I ate what I could (I was getting pretty nervous at this point so that wasn’t much haha), drank some coffee, let my dogs out, got dressed, let two of the dogs back in because they are the two that can’t/don’t want to be left in the yard for extended periods of time, woke up Luke (who was my chauffeur/coach/motivational speaker/photographer/cheerleader/anything else I needed him to be. Basically what I’m saying is he had to do all of the hard work and all I had to do was run 😉 ), and got all loaded up into the car by about 6:20 am, which was about 20 minutes later than we should have left. Oops.

That really only ended up being a problem because of race day traffic, which was obviously expected, and I just want to say that I think the police officers who were out there directing traffic in the cold did an awesome job. They were all super nice and took very good care of us runners, so I thanked as many of them as I could while I was out on the course. Seriously, I’m so great full for what they were out there doing. 🙂

So anyway, the parking situation seemed to go pretty smoothly, and we got parked and to the start area with about 10 minutes before the starting time. That kinda sucked because like I said before, the lines for the porta potties were pretty long and I had to pee, but on the bright side, at least I didn’t have to stand in the cold for a long amount of time. Haha not gonna lie though, while standing in line for the porta potties Luke was starting to stress me out by constantly asking me what time it was and saying that some of the runners weren’t going to start on time. A bunch of us missed the national anthem (I was literally peeing while it happened) but the race started a few minutes late, so I think most of us got lined up just in time. 🙂

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Me being slightly stressed out by the 5k runners who were mingling in with the half marathoners at the starting line, but at least I made it there! 🙂

Luckily all of the confusion with the 5k runners just generally being in the way at the starting line didn’t last too long. I had just enough time to shove my phone into the pocket in my tights before we were counted down and sent onto our 13.1 mile journey back to where we started.

I started out near the 3 hour pacer, but within the first half mile-ish I ended up near the 2:50 pacer. I knew that probably wasn’t a good idea, but the second I started running I felt amazing! The weather was nice; cloudy and chilly. My legs were fresh and felt great. I was ready to go! At this point I still had no plans other than finishing, but I thought it was going to be a great run!! Unfortunately I was very wrong…

The first mile flew by, as I think most first miles do during a race. By mile two I was nice and warmed up, so I ditched my hoodie at the first aid station and only got away with a single cup of water instead of a cup of Gatorade like I had wanted, because of some of the aid station confusion that I had mentioned before. But that early into the race I wasn’t all that worried about it.

So mile two is where the biggest hill on the course is, and the Longview Half has a timing mat at the bottom and top of this hill, and gives out a “King Of The Mountain” award to the fastest man and woman to make it up the hill, which I think is super duper neat! Even thought that’s something I’ll never win hahaha. Especially since I walked up most  of the hill, but that was part of my plan and I was gonna stick to it because I wanted the good feelings I was experiencing to last. Near the top of the hill I started running again and I felt strong as hell! Apparently I looked strong too, because the announcer at the top of the hill said I was making it look easy. I liked him. 🙂 There was also another race photographer at the top of the hill and I think those would have been some of my best race photos. They actually posted the race photos last night, but the King of the Mountain photos stopped at the 2:40 pace group and at that point I think I was still running near the 2:50, which sucks…I asked about that on their Facebook page and haven’t heard anything back yet, but it is still pretty early and I’m still super impressed that they got most of the photos up so quickly!

Anyway, around the 5k mark I backed off a little because I knew I was probably running too fast considering the lack of training I went into this thing with. So once I got to around mile 4 I was running near the 2:55 pacer and still feeling good! At the mile 4 aid station I discovered the gross, poorly mixed Gatorade, but I was glad that I had gotten some, along with a cup of water. This was also the aid station that I got a bit confused at because of all of the craziness that was going on with the volunteers, but it didn’t take me long to continue on my way in the correct direction. This was also the point in the race that I wanted to eat the first half of one of my Honey Stinger waffles, but the gross Gatorade upset my stomach and was only able to take a few bites of one. But it was still pretty early into the race and I was still feeling great, so I wasn’t all that worried about it. Especially since I was hoping that the Gatorade at that aid station was just a fluke and that it would be better at the other aid stations, but it did not…

Miles 5 and 6 were pretty uneventful. I was still feeling good, running in between the two 2:55 pacers (I think one was planning on finishing a little bit before 2:55 and the other planned on finishing a little after). At mile 6 I was yet again disappointed by the nasty Gatorade situation, but there was no point of worrying about it then, so I didn’t. But I did get two cups of it at that aid station, because it was so diluted and I wanted to make sure I was getting an adequate amount of electrolytes.

Anyway, around mile 7 I was feeling strong as hell. I was tackling the hills and felt great doing it, still running with the 2:55 pacer and talking to her a little bit. I’m pretty sure she started calling me “Nike” at this point because of my shirt haha. She was pretty awesome!

Around this time I had started getting anxious to see Luke, because near the end of mile 7 was where he had planned on being. I finally found him and he walked with me for a few seconds. He had a water bottle with him so I took a drink and I handed off my gloves because my hands felt warm enough and my sunglasses because they were fogging up and pissing me off. He told me I looked good, wished me luck, and then we parted ways.

Then mile 8 happened. Fuck you mile 8! I made it through the aid station alright. Got more water and gross Gatorade. Tried to eat a few more bites of one of my Honey Stinger waffles, but I was nowhere near following my fueling plan at this point. Anyway, about half way through mile 8 the wheels completely came off the bus. I was starting to get really dizzy, which was super frustrating because aside from the dizziness I still felt great!

Around mile 9 I started coughing and hacking pretty badly. That’s when I realized I wasn’t as over my cold as I had thought and that I obviously still had phlegm in my lungs, which I think what might have been causing me to be dizzy. That along with my not so great fueling. I was getting even more dizzy at this point, so I ended up walking all of mile 9 and losing the 2:55 pace group.

Around mile 10 I was still dizzy, still walking, and had been passed by the 3 hour pace group, but I was just right behind them. But I felt fucking awful. This was for real the worst I’ve ever felt and I had no idea how I was going to make it another 3 miles…Especially since mile 11 takes you over the lake which tends to be the hardest part of the race for me, since you have to deal with some strong bursts of wind coming off of the lake. But once I saw the mile 11 sign I started running again. I was still feeling pretty awful, but I wasn’t as dizzy. Plus I having 2 miles to go seemed a little less daunting than 3. There is another race photographer on the bridge during mile 11 and that’s where I’ve been doing my smiley, thumbs up photo, but this year I didn’t have it in me. This photographer was doing a really good job of getting a photo of every person by themselves and she perfectly captured how I felt in that moment. Fucking terrible.

Haha in the moment I knew I was going to look terrible in these and I regretted that a little bit, but now I’m actually really glad I have them. They definitely show just how much I was struggling, but I persevered and made it to the finish line!

Anyway, once I made it to the 12 mile mark I knew I was going to finish, but I had lost sight of the 3 hour pacer and I honestly thought I was going to be coming in at 3:10, 3:15 ish. Part of me was really upset about that, but I was also just really glad to be that close to the finish and I started chanting “One more mile. One more mile. Just one more mile.” to myself. And honestly that last mile wasn’t too bad. I was feeling less awful by then and knowing that I was so close to the finish line was definitely helping.

And then the finish line was in sight! I swear I’ve never been so happy to see a finish line in my life! Haha and I feel like that’s kinda saying something, considering I’ve only done 5 races (including this one) at this point. Once I got close enough to read the clock I glanced up and was genuinely surprised to see something close to 3:03. I was still under the impression that I was going to be crossing the finish line of my 3rd half marathon slower than I had finished my first. So that was a pleasant surprise. It was also nice to get to hear my name called as I crossed the finish line, because like I said before, I didn’t get that last year.

So my official time was 3:02:34, which was better than my first half (which I did in 3:09:32), and slower than my second half last year (which I did in 2:52:42). So I’m actually pretty happy with that time. Considering my not so great training, how badly the second half of this race went for me, and the fact that my only goal was to finish. 🙂

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After I crossed the finish line I got my medal, had my timing chip clipped off, was handed a bottle of water, and found my husband. I also looked for someone handing out mylar blankets because it was still pretty chilly, but it didn’t appear that they had any. I asked Luke if they had run out, but he said he never saw anyone with one and he didn’t think they handed them out at all, which was just yet anther disappointing thing at this years race, but oh well.

So at that point I was ready to go, but Luke told me I needed a photo by the finish line so he told me to stand in front of the Longview sign, told me to look a little less miserable, and took the photo.

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This was my best attempt at not looking miserable haha. But I was pretty darn stoked to be done and wearing my medal. 🙂

After Luke took my photo I went to see if there was any food left. Most of the booths that had been set up at the start were either gone or in the process of being taken down which kinda sucked, but I can’t really complain considering they technically want you to finish in 3 hours. Anyway, all that was left was a few yogurt, some chocolate milk, and granola bars. But the first year I did this half there was still a bunch of chicken noodle soup left, and I believe there was still some chili left last year (haha but I definitely didn’t want any chili after running 13.1 miles), so that was just kinda the cherry on top of all of the disappointment of how this thing was organized this year.

That all really sucks because I really do love this course and this race, and I think it could get more popular over the years, but only if it’s organized better. There needs to be more porta potties and maybe the porta potties need to be sectioned off so that only the runners can use them. And they need better aid station volunteers. And I mean, I really do appreciate them all being out there for us, but the aid stations were super chaotic this year,  whereas the previous two years I’ve run this race they were much more organized.

But on the bright side, the finisher’s medal is pretty spiffy and the participation hoodie is pretty sweet, so at least there’s that. 🙂

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Haha I got a little off track there. But anyways, I grabbed a chocolate milk and while we were walking to the car Luke told me all of the things he was disappointed with about how this years race was organised and promised me any kind of food that I wanted haha. So at first I wanted a bagel from Panera, but then I though Starbucks coffee sounded really good. So while we were on our way to Starbucks I changed my mind and told Luke we should get Chinese food, so we ended up going to a Bo Lings instead. Hahaha so I guess I just want to take this time to thank Luke for being so patient with my slightly out of it, post half marathon self, and for taking me to Bo Lings. 🙂 🙂 🙂

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Post race feast!!

So yeah, this post is pretty long so thanks to anyone who read it all the way to the end! But I think that pretty much covers it! 🙂 I’m very happy for this training cycle to be over and to have a 3rd half marathon under my belt. Now it’s time to rest, recover, and then move on to other things!

~Ashley

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Longview Lake Half Marathon Recap (Throwback Thursday Anyone?)

It’s been almost 2 months since I’ve done my VERY FIRST HALF MARATHON, and honestly, I still can’t believe I did it! As a former couch potato this was a super big deal for me. Plus it was my first race ever, so I kind of  want to take sometime to look back and write about it.

(This is probably going to be a super long post, so I apologize in advance).

The day before the race I wasn’t even nervous. Like, at all. Even while at packet pick up, getting my stuff ready for the race, and checking the weather almost constantly, I felt very calm.

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Unfortunately that calm feeling went away when it was time to sleep. I tossed and turned all night and when I woke up at 5:30 am I was so nervous I couldn’t eat. I forced down a cup of coffee (with soy milk and honey) and half of a banana but that was all I could manage. And even that kind of made me want to vomit.

Before heading to the race, we stopped at walmart so my husband, brother, and brother-in-law could pick up snacks, and so I could get a jacket that I could get rid of at the starting line (haha I actually ended up keeping the jacket though, because the pockets came in handy).

Once we got to the start/finish (thank goodness they were in the same place), I used the bathroom, warmed up a little bit, and tried to eat a few sport beans. All the while I was feeling like I was going to puke. Next thing I knew, I was lining up in the coral and was seriously wondering what in the world I had gotten myself into.

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I didn’t even notice that you could see the lake from the starting line until I looked at all the pictures.

All too soon it seemed, the national anthem was played, there was a countdown, and then we were off! Once I started running all the fear drained out of me. I was doing what I had come to do, I was going to finish, I was running and that was all that mattered.

The first mile was uneventful. A bit crowded, but since this was only the second year the Longview half has been held, they’re wasn’t a crazy amount of people participating. It didn’t take very long for everyone to spread out a bit. Mile 2 was when things got interesting. Most of it was a hill, and I’m not talking about a nice gentle incline, this was a Big. Ass. HILL. I’m pretty sure I died at least 3 times while going up it and I even walked most of the way up. I’m kinda glad I saved some energy walking it though, it turns out, this was a pretty technical course.

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This guy was waiting at the top of the hill. His “Duck This Hill” sign made the pain totally worth it.

I felt really good for miles 3-4. Honestly they just kinda flew by. There were a few more hills, but nothing I couldn’t handle. But the 5 mile mark I was just hit out of nowhere with super negative thoughts. Most of them involving me not being able to finish. I don’t even know why my brain decided to come up with anything like that, considering I was doing pretty well up until that point. Luckily these thoughts didn’t last long. I started watching other people (which kinda sounds creepy now that I think if it) to take my mind off of things, and around mile 6 a very nice lady was yelling very encouraging things to people. She told me to keep it up and that I looked great and that really boosted my spirits.

At around 7.5 miles I was quite surprised to hear my mom yelling and cheering for me. It turns out my family had planned to surprise me by lining up on the course without telling me! Seeing them was awesome! I asked my husband if he had his water bottle and he felt HORRIBLE when he told me he left it at the car (it was all good though, I was only half a mile from a water station), so I high five’d my dad, gave them a thumbs up and went on my way. I swear I could still hear my mom yelling when I got to the water station.

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My brother-in-law snapped a few photos as I ran past.

At mile 8 my persistent hip injury decided to pain me again. It wasn’t too bad, but it did manage to slow me down quite a bit. Especially on the hills that miles 9-12 were full of. Seriously they’re were lots of hills…At mile 11 I ran into another interesting issue. Crosswinds coming off the lake. Mile 11 was the most scenic part of the course but it was also the most difficult. Running up and down small hills while being blown sideways isn’t exactly my idea of fun.

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Just acting like a total dork for the race photographer at mile 11

At mile 12 I realized I was STARVING and that I hadn’t eaten any of my sports beans while running. So I downed a pack and a half in like, 4 seconds. Haha moments like that are when I really appreciate that I don’t have a super sensitive stomach.

At mile 13 my hip was hurting with every step and something in my left hamstring felt really off, so I ended up walking most of this mile. I’m 100% ok with that though! I ended up walking with this super awesome girl who kept telling me it didn’t matter how fast or slow we finished because we are all winners in God’s eyes. I didn’t realize how badly I needed to hear that until she told me and I will be FOREVER grateful that I walked with her.

Crossing that finish line was a pretty amazing experience! They announced my name and people cheered and clapped for me and the other runner I finished with. Honestly I was surprised that so many people were still there, I was well over the 3 hour mark and I figured most people would have left by then.

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Crossing the finish line with someone I didn’t get a chance to talk to. (I’m the one in the blaze orange hat 😉).

My husband was there waiting for me. He hugged me over the barrier and told me he was proud of me. Haha all I could manage to tell him was “Luke I just did a half marathon!”

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The husband and I after I crossed the finish line and got my medal.

The race provided bananas, chicken noodle soup, and chocolate milk (which I managed to spill all over myself because I was slightly disoriented). That soup was THE BEST soup I’ve had in my entire life, but I think that may have something to do with the fact that I just ran 13.1 miles basically without eating breakfast.

We didn’t sick around long after I ate. My family was throwing me a birthday party that night and they had things to do.

Processed with Rookie Cam

My finisher’s medal and the awesome sticker my parents’ got me.

My official time was 3:09:32. That’s a little over 9 minutes slower than I would have liked, but between my hip and the technical course I suppose it could have been worse. All in all I had a lot of fun and I totally want to do it again next year!

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My split times.

So, that was kind of long winded and full of pictures! Haha if you actually stuck around and read this whole post I thank you with all of my heart!

Hopefully my next race recap will be shorter. I think I’m just still super excited because this was my first one.

Until next time!

~ Ashley