Finally I got over myself. Really. When I first signed up for the Lake Placid Marathon, I didn't sign up for the half because I didn't want the pressure of having to PR. After realizing that I couldn't get the mileage in safely, I switched. Even then I was dreading how much slower this race would be from my last half marathon in 2010.
Yet when last week rolled around, I finally booked a bed at the hostel near the race and made my plans to head north. I drove up to Lake Placid on Saturday afternoon, bummed that I couldn't do any hiking while I was there. ( I guess I could have...) I headed to the packet pick up and grabbed my bib, shirt, and signed my life away. It was obvious that most of the runners were doing the half since the line wrapped around the room, while there was no line for the marathon. I was bummed that there was absolutely no expo, but not surprised since Lake Placid isn't easy to get to.
I walked the main street before heading to check into the hostel. I stayed there back for New Years and really enjoyed it. Most of the other guest were also running so there was lots of pasta being made and earlier quiet hours than my last stay.
I slept like crap, but woke up not feeling particularly tired, which is probably because I had slept for 12+ hours 3 nights in a row earlier in the week. I ate some breakfast (bagel & cream cheese) and headed towards the race.
The weather was perfect for running, high 50s, light drizzle, no sun. The corralled us to the street, played Kate Smiths God Bless America (who had a summer home in Lake Placid) and we were off.
My faster than planned pace caught up to me and I spent miles 7-12 dancing in the 11:00s. The half mile was straight up mean. Up a hill a sharp turn and up more of a hill. I forced myself to "run" it but there were decisions made by my body to walk which I was forced to override a few times. Eventually, I made that hill into the old Olympic Speedskating Oval (does this count towards my life goal of finishing a race in a Stadium?) With just one lap around the oval I finished my 10th Half Marathon.
|hamming it up for the photographer !|
|with my Head of School, her husband a local news anchor and their friends|
After hanging out and cheering for other runners finishing up their race, I made my way to my car and ultimately home. 2.5 hours is a long way to drive after running and I was SO hungry and achy. Next race, I'll need to encourage someone to travel with me so they can drive!