Sometimes the non-plan is the best plan. Or at least that is what I am going to tell myself in 13 days anyway. With a little bit of peer pressure from Flying Tomato, I have entered myself into the Atlanta Thanksgiving Half.
I have run countless half-marathons by myself
and 4 full marathons with others, but this will be my first 'racing'
half-marathon. I have a personal PR, but since this will be 'official',
I have will have my first official PR for this distance.
I'm not sweating making it to the finish line, but I know that I will
not be racing my best given that I decided to do this so close to race
day. I have been training on exactly 0 hills lately so it could be a
brutal morning. But, whatevs, I just hope to have a fun time racing
with my favorite running buddy.
We finally got to see
each other after months of trying to get a free Thursday morning that
worked for both of us. I definitely needed an uplift in my running and I
think it was good for him too after the NYC disappointment. Getting
excited about a race is something I apparently needed (more on that in a
sec). We had no pace goals or distance goals, we just chatted and ran
and I pulled the plug at the 3 mile turnaround mark when I grew tired of
slip-sliding on the icy Greenway. It felt so great to run and talk--I was immediately refreshed by the whole experience.
I had been receiving emails from the Atlanta Half and contemplated running. But I wasn't
sure about my work schedule and how busy I would be this time of year
in the world of retail. I kind of forgot that normal retailers pick up a
little bit, but that it isn't crazy busy like it was the week of
Thanksgiving at Williams-Sonoma. It occurred to me that I wouldn't be
dreadfully exhausted come race day. Just regular tired. So when Tomato
started trying to convince me to sign up, it took only a few hours to
decide that this would be a good thing.
I told myself today
that I would go for a run and if I felt really bad, I would give myself
the okay not to sign up. But good God, it was A-W-E-S-O-M-E!!!! I felt
absolutely, ridiculously high on running. A perfect fall day of crisp
air and bright blue skies and my turnover was fast and powerful. I felt
so strong. If I could bottle this feeling.... wow! My first
mile was in 7:24 and I kept cranking out a ferocious tempo pace after
that. 5 miles at a 7:25 pace, yes please. Needless to say, the
endorphins took me straight to the half-marathon website when I got home....