Ok Where did I leave off...Oh yeah, I had to actually run a race...
The Magnificent Mile, Chicago Women's Half Marathon & 5k (I did the 5k) Part 2
We leisurely roamed the pre-race area and made our pit-stops. We didn't have any gear to check because we were storing our clothes in the car. I was not sure how they were going to do the race start since the website listed the half and the 5k to start at the same time. The 5k finishes through the start line again but the half finishes through a seperate finish line down the street behind us. Luckily the race announcer guy listed what was going on very clearly over the loud speaker. They were starting everyone together and due to the heat warning "when we go, we all go" meaning that there would be no corrals held back for staggered starts because they wanted everyone out and finished as soon as possible. (I appreciated that.) They had giant pace signs and groups of pacers and that is how we all lined up. They also announced that due to the heat, anyone who signed up for the half, and didn't feel like they could finish, was welcome to split off with the 5k group at 2.5 mile point and finish. They also announced all the extra "hot weather" additions they made to the course. Sounded like quite a few hoses and misters and cold towels etc for the half folks.
I had asked my husband a couple times leading up to the race if he wanted me to run it alongside him but he kept saying that I should run my own race. I double checked once again when we parked and another annoying time at the corrals. I told him I thought I'd line up at the very front of 10:00 because my real goal is going to be under 10 the whole time. He said that was a little fast for him, but he was going to start with me and I should just go off on my own. We stood in the corral for over 11 minutes because we were going to be standing somewhere, might as well be in the corral. The music was awesome and I had to stop myself from dancing and wasting my energy...but it was very Britney/Kesha/dance party-esque.
I did one dumb thing. I set my Nike app up for 3.11 miles to alert me every .25 mile of my pace (in an effort to stay consistent and get in under 30 if possible.) But I must have accidentally hit start like 10 minutes before we ran because when i went to hit start as we were walking briskly to the start with the group...I realized it thought I had been "running" that whole time and had switched me into some kind of treadmill/unsynced to GPS mode. DOH! Me and apps...why do we get along so well out in the neighborhood but fail so hard during races??? Next time I am not even opening the app up until a min before race time...maybe less. Luckily my music was going. My body knew that I was not moving at my pace so I got to the left and ran past probably over an hundred people...at least it felt like that. I think the giant hoard of everyone starting together is closest to what people have described about Disney races. But there was a good left "lane" for me to just get out in the open. I fell into the best rythym right behind the 2:00 half pace group which my math told me would be close to 9 but still over 9. Hey and I was right...yay math brain. I felt a pang of feeling bad for leaving my hubby in the dust off the bat, but I felt like the "walls were closing in" a little. I told him earlier not to try to stay with me that it would be too fast...and he said he was just going to try to keep his sights on me instead. By this point I had been fiddling with my app while running and got it working but I would forever be .25 miles behind my real distance for the rest of the race. Which about half way through I realized was a bit of a blessing. A) When the lady in my ears said I had a mile to go, I knew I only had .75 of a mile, etc etc. and B) I didn't actually know what my final time would be and so instead of getting discouraged at the end that I may not make my 29:59 goal...because I really was very close...instead I just kept trying to stay on pace instead of fixating on "time."
The first mile was over so fast I could barely believe it. The second mile was split between a nice downhill portion where I really gained some ground and a not fun at all up-hill portion that I know I slowed down for based on my splits. I would say from 1.5 miles to 2.5 miles was all gradual uphill. Which if you have been on Michigan Ave. you know what I am talking about. We ran up to the bridge that goes over the river. I distracted myself during the beginning of this hard part by looking for my hubby's bright orange shorts (there was a turnaround so I knew I would see him...he's much taller than the field of women.) I spotted him and yelled as loud as possible GO CHRIS and he saw and heard me and we gave each other a look of "we got this."
Mile 1 was awesome
Mile 2 was survived but still awesome. I was still going at that 9:16 pace by my group. Also I love pacers.
But then my little group left me as I merged right for the 5k finish. Whoever you were pink tank top women...thank you for the help and hope everyone in the little mound of us that were running together finished under 2:00!
At 2.5 there was yet another hill...why?? My neighborhood is flat, I have no hill training. So I just thumped up that hill the best I could. I walked for about 5 steps towards the top of the hill and got mad at myself and basically yelled expletives in my head and started running again...which was dumb that I even walked a tiny bit because that downhill was glorious.
Turning onto the straightaway to the finish line was both a glorious sight but also the farthest away .5 miles I've ever experienced in my life. My head tuned out any updates my app was giving me. I couldn't hear or focus on anything but the pavement in front of me. I was literally saying GO GO GO GO in my head over and over and over. My speed was fading a little. I was two blocks away and I told myself I could go "slower" for 10 seconds and then I was running as fast as humanely possible. I did that and the clock was showing 30:16 as I was getting up to it. My head started searching for the image of the clock at the start...I was running like lightning while trying to remember what time I crossed the actual start line. I felt good, like I thought I did it. But I really was not too sure. My face in the finish line photos looks like a confused fish...but my body is off the ground...not touching at all and it looks awesome..from the neck down. Someone remind me to smile next time to avoid dead fish face!
I got a giant high five from one of the elite women who had stopped at the finish line and was just generally being awesome and encouraging shouting at everyone about how awesome they were. I believe her name is Lauren Fleishman (Sp?)
I was handed my food stuff and water and a COLD WET TOWEL (aka the love of my life in that moment) and then a little velvet pouch. Post race brain did not even register what I was handed...my focus just turned to finding my hubby.
I walked back to the finish and waited and saw him...bright orange shorts and all. And he was walking. I walked down farther until he spotted me and I yelled and motioned RUN TO ME! And he did. I think the same exact hill hit him like it hit me. He ran the rest of the way and got a nice shout out from the announcer guy and he did a cute fist pump as he crossed.
He was mad at himself for walking. I understood that feeling 100%.
It wasn't until we were eating our apples and drinking our drinks on the curb that I said "what's in this pouch?" and pulled out the most beautiful silver necklace. It had the race name and year on the back. This was our medal...duh! Chris said "wait, I didn't grab one...and went back and got one." He's going to hang it on our eventual medal rack and give it to our daughter when she gets older. Cue my flashback to watching Inside Out...and dust in my eyes.
We got word the our kiddo slept in and so we met them for brunch and she was so excited to see mommy and asked if I won my race. I said "yes, I won my race." Because I did win against my PR goal after-all. While we were waiting for the family to arrive to the restaurant our finish times were posted and I finished at 29:56! All I could think was A) OMG I really did it and B) thank goodness I yelled at myself to stop that few steps of walking nonsense. If I had walked even a little bit more I wouldn't have made it. Hubby is running again this Thursday with his Dad at a Super Bears Shuffle. I will be at home with the kiddo. I don't do weekday city races. I think he has the bug and wants to try again.
Does anyone play with the race results websites to look at all kinds of weird statistics. Like trying to figure out where you placed for people your age exactly?
I finished in 173rd place out of 933 5k finishers.
In the 30-34 I finished 34th of 151.
In just 34 year old's I finished 10th of ???? my eyes starting crossing while trying to count with my finger.
So now I have huge confidence about my Cougar Run at the end of the month. There are NO HILLS! If I keep on track with my training I think I can get myself under 30 again. I'm going to at least try.
And the stress is off for my silly pumpkin run the week before it.
One minor setback. Yesterday I cut my little baby toe just because I was not watching where I was going while wearing flip flops. So I've got a band aid and tape situation happening. I don't think it's going to sideline me but I'll take my first run of the week slow at first to see how it feels.
Thanks for reading to anyone who got through this huge post! I look forward to finally running a race not on the "hottest day of the year" which has been my trend all summer.