Monday, August 29, 2011
The morning was beautiful. In my rush I had forgotten my hat but realized in time to get my husband to bring it to the halfway point (it was great to see them there). I felt good. One of my hips has been bothering me, but it's more like tightness than pain and it seems to warm up just fine. I drank water at every water stop and I thought a lot about breathing and smiling and looking around. I felt strangely calm.
My mantra was, "there's still a long way to go." Which was good because I did not kill myself but I was disappointed with my time (1:41). I came in with energy left over, that's it? I thought as I saw the finish line ahead. I needed to push harder in the second half--I had it in me to do better. This is something I need to figure out. I fear over doing it, but now it seems like I'm under doing it. In a month I'll run a half marathon, my goal is a time of 2:15 (I would be happy with 2:20)--I'm going to have to step it up a bit to do that.