When I registered for the Holiday Halfathon earlier in the year, I had no intention to aim for a PR. With these plantar fasciitis feet, my PR days are gone, however, I expected to beat my time from three years ago. Since I was pregnant, I could totally redeem that time even with bad heels.
Being a stunner runner, my attire is crucial next to the training. Chrissy, Maribel and I wanted to match, so we decided on homemade tutus with striped furry stockings and a red wicking running shirt. I added a little sequined clip-on Santa hat to my ensemble to finish my sporty Santa Baby look.
Lots of our Strider friends were also at this race as well as many of my runner blogger friends, Katrina of Sneakers and Fingerpaints and Beth of Discom-BOB-ulated Running. Everybody looked so festive in their holiday attire.
About 4 miles into the race, I was dying from a heat stroke. Usually, December races are cooler, but with the warmer weather, overcast and humidity, it felt like we were running in a Santa sauna. I haven’t exposed my post-pregnancy belly in a sports bra in public, but I didn’t care. I stripped off that shirt faster than a Catholic school girl at a frat party and then, I rolled down my cute striped socks.
Although Chrissy had been suffering from a sinus infection, she looked like a rock star out there. She showed those bridges that she was the boss and she smiled the whole time.
The bridges were another reason I didn’t anticipate a PR. I didn’t even want to push myself on that course. I just wanted to finish better than I did three years ago.
Between the bridges and the heat, I needed to walk a large portion of the course. Another runner on the course ridiculed Chrissy and I every time we walked the course. John teased us about our tutus and socks having superpowers, but I don’t think so. Those furry striped socks were my kryptonite!
Eventually, Chrissy and I caught up to Marie who was struggling due to a nasty bronchial infection. Poor thing! You know speedy little Marie is not up to par if she’s pacing with me.
Even with all the bridges, that last mile had to be the toughest for me. We ran for a short distance on a sidewalk and then final half mile led us along a sandy, soft uneven trail covered with pine needles. It was difficult to judge my footing and I stumbled a few times. I decided to walk the trail and then I ran the last stretch to the finish line. I suppose my tutu did give me some superpowers because I saved a sprint just for John. I finished a few seconds before him and I beat my time from three years ago by nearly 30 minutes!
Gun Time 2:26:55
Chip Time 2:26:36
Ave Pace 11:13
We lost Maribel early in the race, but after we crossed the finish line, we all ran back to meet her. The week prior to the race, her knee had been giving her a lot of grief and now, Maribel was really hurting. When she spotted us, her spirits lifted and she sprinted the final stretch of her first half marathon. Once past the finish line, we all cried in a huddled, blubbering mess for Maribel and everyone’s accomplishments and then we helped poor Maribel hobble over to the picnic tables to ice her knee.
Poor sick speedy Marie could barely talk.
I just wanted
JM’s cookie cake beer.
At the post-race party, I found Jina of Behold the Turtle and we posed for a quick photo. I loved her reindeer shirt! As you can see, I was still so hot after the race and I was looking real hot in my white, very see through sports bra. Yep, I’m a classy act. Thank goodness for Cliff Shots covering my ta-tas like pasties!
I am so making Santa’s naughty list this year.