Saturday morning I made the drive down to San Antonio to hit the Expo (aka the money sucker). I arrived at the Alamodome just before 11, and the crowds weren’t too bad yet, I will say, however, I was less than thrilled about paying $10 to park. I’m sure if I was more familiar with the area I could have found somewhere cheaper. I mean, we’re paying enough money to participate in the race – I don’t think we should be charged to pick up our race packet!
The Expo was absolutely massive; it totally blew the one at Disney Wine & Dine out of the water. Pretty much anything you could ever want or need before a race was being sold there. And, most importantly, there was plenty of freebies! You best believe I stocked up on the free stuff after I was robbed for parking 🙂
Of course, I didn’t have the willpower to get out of there without buying something. I invested in these guys:
I had them in my hand, and then put them back about three times because 1) I didn’t want to spend the money on them and 2) the line was ridiculously long. I was planning on buying these eventually anyway, so I rationalized it like this: they were 20% off at the Expo AND I wouldn’t have to pay shipping. Essentially I would be saving about $20. I’m so glad I did, because they helped immensely on the 90 minute drive home following the race!
After I left the Expo, I met up with my friend who I was staying with for lunch, and then we did a quick Target run so I could grab bread/peanut butter/bananas for my pre-race breakfast. Of course in the rushed morning I managed to leave all my supplies at home.
At 6, I headed to Chris Madrid’s to meet up with a few Operation Jack supporters, as well as founder Sam Felsenfeld. Since I had a chicken sandwich for lunch, I wasn’t in a burger mood which was unfortunate since their burgers are extremely popular. I ordered some nachos, which were just okay, but the company was great 🙂 Back to my friend’s house I went, and I was in bed by 9:30.
The alarm went off at 2:45, and I immediately snoozed it and went back to sleep. Carly texted me just after 3 to make sure I was up, and then I decided it would be best to get out of bed and get moving! I had breakfast and started getting my hydration on with a 33oz bottle of water. I dressed in a red tech shirt, UA compression capris, and a throwaway fleece.
I got to the satellite parking lot super early, as you can see above. The shuttles to the start line began at 4, but I wanted to make sure I got there early enough so I wouldn’t have to wait in line. It was 56, which seems fairly bearable but there was a wind whipping around that made it feel much, much chillier.
The shuttle ride to the start took about 15 minutes, not too bad. I met up with a few gals from Twitter: Marci, Megan, and Cassie. Here’s a photo from Marci’s phone of us livin’ it up in Corral 26 (and actually the only pic I have of me on race day!) Seriously, I am a midget.
I was initially in Corral 20 but I moved back so we could all hang out pre-race. Smart move, considering the first corral was released at 7:15 and we didn’t even cross the start line until 8:02. We kept each other company!
We ran past the Alamo! I’m pretty proud of this picture because I didn’t realize it was there until I had passed it so I tossed my camera over my shoulder and snapped a pic. Not bad, right?
Somewhere after this point, I want to say probably near the end of mile 8, I decided it would be a good idea to stop to hit the port-o-potty. I figured I would have to stop eventually, so might as well get it out of the way now. Big mistake. This added a little over 5 minutes to my time. And THEN when I tried to start running again, my legs just weren’t having it. They were rebelling hardcore, and they felt like lead.
Heading towards the Alamodome for the second time…
So just when you are breathing a sigh of relief when you see the mile 13 sign, you see this up ahead of you:
Yes, that’s an uphill finish. Are. You. Kidding. Me.
Annnd the finish line!
And the medal? Oh yes, it’s beautiful. It’s sparkly and glittery and I love it.
Here are my splits:
Mile 1 11:12
Mile 2 11:36
Mile 3 11:58
Mile 4 11:37
Mile 5 12:23 <—hill!
Mile 6 11:58
Mile 7 12:12
Mile 8 11:12
Mile 9 13:04 <—here’s where the wheels fell off
Mile 10 12:39
Mile 11 13:15
Mile 12 13:23
Mile 13 13:25
Mile .1 1:03
I finished in 2:47, a 25 minute PR – hell yes! Would I have been more pleased with 2:42 (or less) had I not stopped at the restroom? Of course. But there was no avoiding that. A PR is a PR, and I’ll take it! Plus, it makes it easier to PR in my next race 😉
Post-race, in order to get your bag from gear check you had to walk down one large flight of stairs and then up another. Just what we were all in the mood for, stair climbing. I contemplated having my free celebratory beer after the race, but honestly I was ready to get the hell home. I took the shuttle back to my car, slipped on my compression socks, and spent the 90 minute drive home overcome by a little thing called runner’s high. Gotta love it 🙂
Half marathon number two is officially in the books, and it’s time to start training for the third!