The race was hard. It was slightly uphill on the way up. So slight that I didn't really realize we were going uphill until about mile 5, it go pretty steep at mile 6 and 7, then we turned around right after mile 7. Then I was cooking on the way back, trying to make it in less than 2 hours. I went pretty slow on the way up so I had my work cut out for me. I was averaging 9:30-9:45 on the way up and then trying for 8:30s on the way down.
In the end, I got discouraged because I didn't know how much longer I had. There wasn't a lot of us, so we're running and I can't hear anything (I had my headphones in, I'm an idiot!) or see any sign of the end so I'm still running but I realize I can't make it in under 2 hours so I slowed down a little and wondered if we were actually going the right way. Then I turn a corner and the end is RIGHT THERE. I was kind of ticked. I wish, at the end of a race, they would have indicators at 1/2 mile left, 1/4 mile left, something.
|Me finishing the race, stopping my watch, and being totally oblivious to James taking my pictures and cheering for me because I'm the idiot that forgot to take her headphones out.|
In the end, I finished in 2 hours and 2 minutes, which is not a bad time. I guess because I did the Seattle one much faster, I was hoping to do better on this one. It was good practice and preparation for the Colorado Springs Marathon on Labor Day. Also, our friends John and Ashley and their little munchkin Lindsay came, which was awesome! And James was there, taking pictures. This is the first big race he's been at and not been running, too. The more people I know are at the finish line, the faster I run.
Here's me with my "medal" made out of recycled glass. That's cool, I like being green, but let's call it what it is: a necklace on a ribbon that says, "Park City Half Marathon."