The week leading up to the Dallas half I was a little nervous. My long run the weekend before left me limping my way through the last 6 miles of 14. Not exactly "peak" training. I erred on the side of caution and ran zero the week of the race.
Toni and I woke up super early and made our way downtown to the race start. When we left the house at 5:15 it was already 70 degrees. Gulp. That's about 40 degrees warmer than I've been running in the last few months. And it was humid. Eew. We made our way to the start without a hitch and found Dominique. We had planned to try to run together since we were both shooting for a 2:05 finish.
I said goodbye and good luck to my sister in law, and Dom and I made our way to the elite corral. Jk, but we were in corral A which made us feel faaaaaaaaast. While we were waiting in our corral, I heard a guy say my city and my head whipped around and I demanded to know if he was from here too. Craziness and super small world.
The race started and we ran through the confetti to the start line. I mega heart love the Dallas race start. Confetti is sweet. I tried to snag a piece of the confetti to save (it was in the shape of Texas, how cool!) but they quickly realized it would disintegrate as it was paper mache.
We started and the first couple of miles were really congested. And somewhat hilly (super hilly compared to what I'm used to, but I knew there'd be some rollers). Within about a mile and a half I made Dominique ditch me, as my heart rate was sky high and we were only running 9:40s (her goal pace was 9:30, 6 months after having a baby. NBD.) She asked me a trillion times if I was okay with her leaving, and I was. She was looking so bouncy and full of energy, and I looked like I was at the end of a race, soaked with sweat. Hawt.
Soon after she left, my SF buddy came running up behind me. He was running the full and was originally planning to break 4 hours. He said he knew already that was out of the picture. And then it was time for him to leave too. Bai friends.
The first 3-4 miles I was REALLY nervous that my hip flexor was going to lock up again. Because of the rolling hills, I was really freaking out. Uphills tighten my hip flexor, downhills aggravate my IT band, and 95% of the course were rolling hills. However, it was the perfect amount of variety for a "normal" runner, and I'd definitely recommend it.
Once I got past the first 45 minutes or so, I realized that my hip was going to cooperate, and I got really excited. I knew I wasn't going to run a fast time by any means, but I was beyond thankful that I wasn't going to be running in the horrendous pain from the weekend before. I soaked up the energy, chatted up random strangers, yelled and screamed for Dominique and Toni when I saw them on the out and back portions, and just enjoyed myself.
I finished half marathon #17 in my 17th slowest time.
But my first time making an appearance on television coming up on the finish line, so I guess that's a win?