Charleston Half Recap: We drove down Thursday afternoon, were scheduled to arrive by 9:30. We got about 30 minutes from home and my husband realized he forgot his wallet at home. So we turned around and got it. Of course now it’s rush hour, so it took an hour to get to where we were when we turned around. Bad rain on 95 made us slow down and we finally got to the hotel at midnight. Went right to bed, too tired for dinner.
We were some of the first people at the Expo on Friday. It was small, but very nice. It was extremely foggy, but we decided to go have a late lunch at Folly Beach and walk around. Got back to the hotel and I was planning to take a little nap before we found somewhere for dinner. As soon as I laid down, I felt very sick. I think it was just exhaustion. My husband said he was 100% on board with staying in for the night. We said we could do delivery for dinner, but he was asleep around 8:00 and according to my Fitbit, I drifted off at 9:18. No dinner again. Going to bed early ended up being the best decision we made that day. At 2AM we were woken up to a girl banging on a door screaming, “Let me in!” Well, we learned that her boyfriend/husband had kissed another girl at the bar they were just at and that she had seen it happen; it then evolved into someone telling her it happened. I learned a lot of new combinations of curse words. Had we not had a race in the morning, it would have been pretty entertaining. But, I called the front desk and they sent someone up. We couldn’t tell what room they were in and of course after I called, it all stopped for about 20 minutes, so the staff couldn’t find anyone. Started to go back to sleep and woke up to what I assume was a shoe being thrown. Every few minutes she would scream and start crying. No words. Sounded like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Finally got back to sleep around 3:30 and woke up at 6.
On Saturday, we are a small hotel breakfast, had some much needed coffee, and used an Uber to get to the race start. Never done that before, it was nice. We were not prepared for how cold it was going to be. Luckily, I had a long sleeve tech shirt in my drop bag, so I put that under my short sleeve shirt. I was very comfortable during the race. Headed to the “corrals”. It’s done by pace and you seed yourself. The full and half are all jumbled together. My husband was running the full as a training run for his 100K next month, so he placed himself right in front of the 9 min group. I was somewhere in the 10 min group. The start was not as chaotic as I thought it would be with everyone starting together, but my husband and I both said the first mile was very hard to break away. The course was beautiful at the start, running through the historic area. My one complaint is that there were parked cars along the course; most city races I’ve done require residents to move their cars from the course. I know at home they open the garages for them for free. It was really tight through these sections and I was worried I was going to smack my face on the side mirror of a pickup truck, haha. Mile 6 started to get boring, but I was having a great race. The half and full split just before the 10 mile marker for a little bit. Right at mile 10, my legs started hurting. The mile 10 marker was in the same spot as the 15 mile marker. I noticed the 3:35 marathon pacer go by, so I knew my husband was probably close; I opened the race tracker and he was at 14.5. I contemplated walking so that I could see him because I really needed a hug. But I could tell he was having a great race (he had a rough morning bc the day before

lol...maybe that was his dinner?). So, I decided not to slow him down with my meltdown, and I kept going. My calves started cramping just past mile 11 and I was having to cut my intervals about 20 seconds short. I walked about .1 to mile 12 and decided that I was going to screw the interval and just run until my calf cramped, walk it out, then run again until the finish. I made it maybe 10 steps past the 12 mile marker and both calves seized, so I pulled over to a wooden post on the side to stretch. Then my foot cramp so I had to sit down and take my shoe off. My left foot was cramped up so bad I didn’t think I was going to finish. As soon as I got it out, the right one went. I wasted 10 minutes there, but I did pause strava. I got back up and walked to the 13 mile marker. I felt okay and ran the .1 to finish. I completely missed the medical tent through the chute, but I was feeling okay by then. According to Strava, I would have had a 7 minute PR if I didn’t sit down on the course, and that included the mile I walked (which was somehow still sub-13). This ended up being my 3rd best time (out of 6). I was pretty bummed that I knew I was going to PR and I just blew up. This is the first half I haven’t PR’d. But, that’s life I guess. Luckily I only had to wait for my husband for about an hour, so I had enough time to change, rehydrate a little and eat a bit. We stayed at the post race party for a little bit, then took an Uber back to the hotel. It was a good party. We are both very sore so we know we have some things to work on before our next race and I have to figure out this calf issue. We did eat dinner and went to bed around 11:30. The girl from the night before started crying at 2:30 AM. I called the desk again and I believe they did find her this time. Unfortunately she was too whiny this time for me to make out her words, so not entertaining. I’m about to head down and see if she is checking out today. If not, we’re going to ask to move. If they can’t accommodate us, we’re cutting the trip short and driving home. I can’t take another night of this.
If you’ve stuck around this far, thank you. I learned a lot from this race and I’m glad I did it and finished. Now trying to convince my husband that I deserve something from the Louis Vuitton store down the street because I pushed through the pain, but I don’t think he’s buying it

oh well I tried!