someone else. Okay, the competitive part of me comes out. The SF Half-Marathon is now behind me and as this photo says, it is “worth the hurt.”
Race morning got off to a good start with a nice cup of coffee for some much needed caffeine after a not so great night of sleep. 4:40 is just never really a great time to wake up. While grabbing the coffee for D and I, a pilot asked if there was a formal race this morning (I obviously wasn’t the first runner that he had seen at this wee hour of the morning.)
I shared with him some details about the race, full marathon and two half-marathons – one starting at 5:30 and the other at 8:30. I also mentioned that I was running a half. He then asked me, “are you running the second half?”. Ummm no, I don’t choose to get up before 5 in the morning to wait 3 hours for my race.
We headed to the starting line and made our way onto the course at the front of wave 3. Definitely nice place to start to not feel claustrophobic. D and I started together, but soon it became clear that even his sore feet couldn’t hold him back from a fast pace.
Running across the Golden Gate Bridge is really something special. The rolling hills of 26th Avenue (miles 11 to 12), not so much.
And back to the title of this post, somewhere about 9 or 10 miles in, I realized that this wasn’t going to be my fastest half ever. I still was feeling pretty good about my pace since I hadn’t run a race in over a year.
So I thought, well if I can’t be faster than myself, I can always try to be faster than someone else. Not exactly my most selfless thought, but there is something about passing people in a race that just makes the pain tolerable. Granted I know a lot of people probably felt the same about passing me.
Best part of the race – seeing my husband at the finish line.
And, next best part toasting with champagne….