13.1 Miles Is A Long Way
The Real Wives of the Battleship Half Marathon. Six women trying to get away for a Halloween weekend was no small feat. Costumes were prepared, candy bought, husbands, parents and neighbors were called in for back up support and we were on our way.
First Up On the drive, I realized I forgot my ipod. Next to shoes, that was the most important thing since I spent so much time compiling my run list. My husband was shocked I had forgotten it since I did remember the kitchen sink. (truth be told, my suitcase was too heavy for me to carry upstairs and stayed in the living room all weekend) He is supportive and all, but did not even consider driving my ipod down to me.
We picked up our race packets and drove the course. That was both good and bad depending on if you like to know what’s coming or be surprised. It seemed relatively flat other than the bridges and a few hills in between. The weather was forecast to be 50 at wake up time. Perfect running temperature.
We arrived at our most adorable house on Airlie Street across from the FishHouse in Wrightsville Beach. The house was a-maz-ing.We went out to eat at The Bridge Tender and had a couple of glasses of wine “to sleep better.” During training, we had given up many Friday nights to be able to run at 6am on Saturday mornings, this would be our last night to refrain from more than one glass of wine and go to bed early.
Second Up Race day arrives, open the front door and in swoops some heavy, hot air-not even close to 50. It’s November 1st! There is some serious runner grumblings going on about the weather. But we all do our own individual routines of coffee, bananas, cinnamon toast, Chocolate Teddy Grahams, Body Glide, Anti-Bacterial wipes, peeing and pooping. We must stick to our normal routine as much as possible.
We line up and begin the race. In the words of my friend, Jim, “13.1 miles is a long way,” indeed Jim, indeed.
Hard Core Realization This is a mental game and you are on your own. Our bodies are prepared. We are strong. Our minds have to be in the game for 13.1 miles. And this is where the Real Housewives separate. You came in the the world alone and you will run 13.1 alone.
My Run It was hard. Almost as hard as my 1st half in Nashville. Mile 7 is where I was starting to lose my mental game so naturally I went to my borrowed ipod with similar music to my own for company. Instead of overcoming the pain by the company of music, it worsened the frustration. The ipod was on repeat of Womanizer, by Brit. I like the song once, it’s even on my playlist, but 4 times was too much for even the biggest Brit fan. I managed to change the music and then it was stuck on Welcome to the Jungle (you’re gonna die, UH) by Guns & Roses. I couldn’t die on the ipod hill so I disconnected and was alone once again, me and my 13.1.
I finished, it wasn’t pretty or meet my goal time but I did it. Three days later, I can say I’d do another one. A flat one. A cool one. One with good friends.
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Posted on November 4, 2009, in half marathon, Half Marathon Training, Raleigh Runners, running and tagged battleship half marathon, half marathon, my run list, wilmington half marathon, wrightsville beach. Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.