Things started pretty well. I goofed and didn't have my watch on autolap per mile, which of course, I didn't figure out until three miles in. Just in enough time for my stomach to revolt. You have got to be sh!tting me! Literally. I got lucky and cut a guy off to get an open port-a-john somewhere in the three to four mile range and decided to just do my watch manually. That's probably better anyway as my Garmin is always off from the mile markers (especially in a race downtown).
I was cooking. I was moving. Things were going well. I really felt like I was racing, like I was back to the old Meredith.
Mile 5 - 7:35
Mile 6 - 7:31
Mile 7 - 7:54 (uphill? long mile? gel?)
Mile 8 - 7:24
Then my stomach started to bother me again. You have got to be kidding me?! How can this keep happening to me? I have, literally, raced more than 30 half marathons including faster ones than this. How are my guts not cooperating? I took another bathroom break.
Mile 9 - 8:23 (bathroom stop)
Dave saw me right after this. I didn't see him. But I was angry that I was losing time so I know I was going fast here. The picture even looks like it.
Mile 10 - 7:22
Alright five kilometers to go and my legs and lungs and heart still feel good. Come on Meredith. Salvage a good race here.
Mile 11 - 7:40
Mile 12 - 7:48
(Both of those were uphill into downtown.)
Mile 13 and 0.1 - 7:49 (7:11 pace)
The overall time was 1:41:43. Ya know, I'm okay with that time. I haven't done a half marathon in over a year and I didn't have any specific training for this race. I was able to take the endurance and speed I had from aquathlon training to turn this into a decent race. If I wouldn't have had the stomach problems I wonder what I could have done. For years my goal has been 1:35 or better. I know I've got this in me.
PS - Dear Marathon Foto, it you're going to charge me $24 for a single download, I am totally going to steal your images and put them on my social media. Love, Me