This is my race recap from my first Half - the 2012 MS Blues Half on January 7, 2012.
When Jarod got off work on Friday, we headed to the expo to pick up my race packet and bib #. I didn't know what to expect before going to the expo, as this was my first one, but I will say I was a little disappointed. I imagined the expo being a good bit bigger than it was. There were only a couple of actual running related booths - one for each of the local running stores and one for Bondi Bands. There were a few other booths for local business that were sponsoring the race, but that was it. I also had hopes of buying a 13.1 sticker to place on my car after I finished the race, but I didn't see one at the expo. Needless to say, I was slightly disappointed with this, but I also realize it's just Jackson and while this was the biggest race I'd run in (2,500 people), it was not a huge race.
Course elevation map
Course map
Once Jarod and I left the expo, we went and rode the course so I'd have a better idea of what to expect on Saturday. Having grown up in Jackson, I already had a little bit of an idea of what to expect as I knew most of the roads, but it definitely helped to ride the actual route so I knew without a doubt where my turns would be and what the hills looked like. After we finished riding the course, we headed to Buffalo Wild Wings and grabbed some food before heading back to my Dad's to go to bed. I tried to go to sleep early, but I was so excited/anxious about the race that I had a hard time settling down enough to go to sleep and even once I did fall asleep, I tossed and turned a good bit.
It's probably a good thing I didn't sleep too heavy on Friday night, because I woke up on Saturday morning and checked my phone and realized my alarm didn't go off!!! Thankfully it was just barely after 5:00, so I still had time to get up, eat some oatmeal, get ready, and get to the race in plenty of time. As soon as we got there, we found two guys from our church that were running the race as well, so we were able to stand around and chat with them for a bit. About 15-30 minutes before the race started, I decided I should go ahead and potty while I had a chance. We got to the port-o-potty's and there was a HUGE line. I finished pottying, just in time to get back to the start line and jump in line with a few of my friends. (In hind sight, this was probably one of my biggest mistakes as I didn't get to stretch like I should have!) They didn't do any sort of corral start - everyone just lined up wherever they wanted, which made the start a little crazy waiting for things to thin out and dodging slower people, etc.

Waving to Jarod as I started the race
I should have known I was in trouble from the get go. About a half mile to a mile in my ankles started hurting. It was more of a stiff pain, so I figured it was just because I literally had not run at all in the past 3 1/2 weeks, and figured it would work itself out, which thankfully it seemed to. However, around mile 4 my calves started cramping. The right one was cramping worse than the left, but they were both extremely tight and making it hard to run. I hoped the cramps would go away, but they never did. My plan was to run to the water stations and then walk through the water stations for about 3 minutes to give myself a little bit of a break. I pretty much stuck to that plan until around mile 5, then I had to start walking a little more. By mile 7, I was pretty shot and was walking up all the hills as well.
Thanks to my friend Rod, of Rod's Racers, for this photo
Jarod set up to cheer me on and grab a few more pictures around mile 8. Thankfully this was towards the bottom of a hill, so he was able to get pictures of me running and I managed to plaster on a smile. It's amazing how much it helps to put a little pep in your step to see familiar faces cheering you on! I screamed that my calves were cramping like crazy when I passed him. I'm pretty sure somewhere around here, the thought of quitting crossed my mind, but I figured I was over halfway, and I was determined to cross the finish line. Around mile 9, one of the volunteers was super energetic and cheering us on, so again, that helped me to push on a little more. By the time I hit mile 10, I was seriously ready to quit. I won't lie, I was barely shuffling during the sections I was actually able to force myself to run, and wasn't doing much better even when walking. Somewhere along here is also where the first marathoners came flying by me like I was standing still, having run DOUBLE the mileage I'd been! I remember thinking I had no idea how they did it, and that I had no desire whatsoever to do a Full Marathon and that those people who do have completely lost there minds or are very sadistic and enjoy torturing themselves lol.

Digging down deep and forcing a smile and thumbs up for the camera
I walked the majority of miles 11-13 (possibly even 10-13), which just a few short jogging spurts here and there on the downhills. That was one bad thing about this course, there were only a couple of spots that were flat to allow you to rest. The entire rest of the course was an incline, whether you were going up or down, and whether it was steep or gradual, it was still an incline. By mile 11 or 12 I was so exhausted both mentally and physically that I started getting very emotional thinking about the fact that I was about to cross the finish line and become a Half Marathoner. This is also when my throat closed up on me and I thought I was going to have to get someone to call for medical quit and drop out of the race. I literally could not breathe! I've never had asthma before, but I assume it was something like an asthma attack as my throat just felt like it completely closed up. Thankfully after about 30 seconds this went away and I was able to catch my breath again. However, that pretty much sealed my fate of walking pretty much the rest of the race. I started running again around mile 13. I mean I couldn't cross the finish line walking, right?! I was in so much pain when I started running that I seriously thought about walking, but refused to walk across the finish line, so I forced myself to keep moving. Then I saw Jarod and my other friends cheering me on. I swear it's like something magical happens when you see familiar faces cheering YOU on. Again, it put a little pep in my step and I was able to dig deep down and pick up my pace ever so slightly to cross the finish line actually running instead of shuffling!

Somehow managing to pick up the pace for the finish line
I finished in 2:40:37! Not the best time in the world, but seeing as how I had not gotten to train like I wanted due to being sick, I was extremely proud of that time and just the fact that I had finished. I took maybe 20 steps to get out of the finish line and reach Jarod before I collapsed into his arms. My legs were shaking so bad, and I had literally used up ALL the energy I had. It's like my body knew the race was over and it could quit on me. Honestly, I have never hurt so bad in my entire life! I have no doubt had I been able to keep my training up over the last month, I would have been ok, but not having trained, it absolutely killed me. We immediately found a window sill for me to sit on. I was so tired I couldn't even keep the medal around my neck because it was so "heavy", ha! We only stayed around for a few minutes for me to catch my breath, before I hobbled back to the car with Jarod holding me up the whole way.
Completely exhausted!
With Cody & Jedd who stuck around to cheer for me as I crossed the finish line.
On the way to the car. Jarod was having to hold me up. Thanks to Rod, of Rod's Racers, for this photo.
I rewarded myself with some Chik-fil-a and we went back to my Dad's house to rest for awhile, where I soaked in a nice hot bath, which felt so good! Once I finally got the energy to get up and get going again, Jarod surprised me by taking me to CSpire and upgrading me to an iPhone! I've been wanting an iPhone again ever since we swapped from AT&T to CSpire and I had to get rid of mine. From there we went straight to Fleet Feet to go buy me a
Stick. My calves were screaming at me so bad, I had to have something to help give me some relief! I pretty much just laid around the rest of the evening as I was so tired.

When I woke up Sunday (and again today), I could barely walk due to my calves being so tight. Funny how three of us from church ran the Half on Saturday, yet I was the only one of us who was hobbling at church on Sunday. Definitely made me feel old and out of shape! Overall, I'd say this was probably not the best experience I could have had for a race, but I blame it solely on myself and the fact that I didn't train like I should have. Either way, I was still super proud (and still am) of the fact that I can classify myself as a Half Marathoner! I'd love to wear my medal for like the next week, but I'm pretty sure everyone would think I was crazy, so I'm refraining from doing so. I'm determined to get as much training as I can in between now and March 4th when I will run my second Half Marathon in New Orleans. Thankfully that course is a flat course!
I AM A HALF MARATHONER!!!