I went home this weekend. But…where did I go back to? I’ve called Seattle home for so many years (except for those years I lived in Houston) so my natural inclination when traveling to Seattle is to say I’m going home. But what does that make St Louis? So I solved the dilemma by saying I was flying home both directions. Seattle will always be my hometown.
When I decided to come home this weekend, I thought briefly about doing the Mother’s Day Half Marathon (formerly known as the Kirkland Half Marathon). I needed to run, and as I’ve been lacking in motivation, I figured a race setting would help. What I conveniently forgot was exactly how hilly this course is.
Subaru is one of the title sponsors AND my parents let me borrow their Subaru. Which meant I got rock star parking!! There was a special section of the parking lot blocked off for Subaru owners. Score!
I stayed in my car for as long as I could before heading to the park bathroom, which were open this year!
The race started on time but apparently my legs were not quite awake. I was definitely struggling for the first few miles (the uphill might have played into the difficulty). Between mile 2 and mile 3, there was a water stop and a great deal of downhill and flats, and where I found a little bit of rhythm. It was closely followed by mile 4, which was a ridiculous uphill.
Soon after mile 5, the course connected back to very familiar territory (following the 12K’s of Christmas course). After one more uphill (where I struggled), I got back on an even keel.
Miles 6 – 8 actually passed by fairly quickly. And we were on Lake Washington Boulevard.
My B & C goals for any half marathon are usually the same – B) finish in under three hours and C) finish. Because no matter how many of these I do, I still doubt that I can finish. Mile 10 and 11 is where I threw out finishing in under three hours. The road was slanted and that last uphill crushed me. I really hated throwing away the under three hour goal but I was so sure there was no way I could get under 3 hours.
Finally the road flattened out! Thank goodness! I attempted to do race math in my head (which is never a good idea). Maybe I could beat 3 hours.
A volunteer called out encouragement – telling me I was so close and to dig deep and run it in. I took his advice to heart.
Across the finish line!! With a time of….2:58:53. That’s right – there is no 3 in front of that number!! Yay!!