When I have a baby if I don’t get a medal I’m going to smack someone. Not kidding.
Anyhow, we ran our half on Monday, and it was fantastic. We got up supah early and headed out to Sauvie Island.
Sauvie Island is, clearly, and island near Portland. It’s got a bridge and then it’s 2 miles to the start line. With one lane taking you there.
Since we did Foot Traffic University we got our own special little prep area. With our own port-a-potties. Fancy!
The race was fantastic. Sunny, but since it started so flipping early (6:45!) it wasn’t hot. The island is gorgeous
(pic from Run Oregon)
And the whole race felt awesome. Awesome as in, when I looked it up on my garmin after the race we ran mile 8 at an even 10:00.
That’s the sort of pace I normally run a mile or two at. Not what I do when I’ve already busted out 7 miles.
Although, I foolishly use the VIP port-a-potty before the start. So I spent miles 8-10 worried I’d piss myself. I gave up and used a port-a-pottie at an aid station. Pretty sure if I had that minute back I would’ve won the race, right?
We finished in 2:22 and some change, 10:52 pace.
(We didn’t match on purpose. I’m not sure if it’s more or less lame that we just dressed the same without meaning to.)
I’m a little worried now though-the husband felt so awesome post race that he started saying things about full marathons.
That’s not happening. I have two black toenails from doing a half. I’ll be a hobbit if we do a full.