Because I am a much happier person when I am diving, when I get too sad to live, I must take myself on a dive trip. Not that this is such a terrible thing to do, you understand. Little did I know that I was getting in some practice for race day conditions: my first day of diving, it poured nonstop. It is quite uncomfortable for a normal wetsuit-clad person to be on a boat on a windy, chilly day that isn’t sunny; for someone like me, it meant that my lips and nails turned blue. (That I am willing to do this is a testament to how much diving improves my mental state.)
With Monday being a legal holiday, it seemed silly to me to go to work on Friday after getting back to town on Thursday, so I made an appointment to have my hair colored instead.
It takes a couple of weeks for the color to fully set. Which meant that since this race was going to take place in yet another pouring rain, I had to somehow find a way to keep my hair dry.
Bring on the shower cap!
Apparently some people do this regularly, but I felt idiotic, so I kept my hood on over all that. Not that I was tempted to take it off, anyway; it was cold! Cold and windy and raining… does this sound familiar? It was basically a carbon copy of last year’s Boston Marathon.
Which is why I chose these shoes (Boston 7, Boston Marathon edition). I didn’t think much about this because I was in denial that the weather would be as bad as it was, and I didn’t plan on racing it, anyway, so it’s not like it mattered. Though I shouldn’t have been in denial about the weather: my previously broken ankle was killing me, and I was really hoping it was weather-related.
Look at these crazy people. We could have been warm and cozy in bed. I had even bought race insurance, so it’s not like I’d have to eat the fee! (I did need to do it for another reason, though, which shall hopefully be aired at a later date.)
I cannot even remember the last time I ran in Central Park, it’s been so long. Maybe last year’s NYC Half? I did recall that I don’t like it, though, since contrary to the laws of physics, what goes up in Central Park never seems to come down! Multiple times up Cat Hill, Harlem Hill, and the West Side hills?? Talk about masochistic.
This is not actually mile 9; it is a bit past mile 4, just after Harlem Hill. Which, naturally, was the Cheer Everywhere spot! I did consider removing the poncho, since it was “only” a half marathon… but then I realized just how cold my arms were where my sleeves were soaked, and decided against it. It’s not like I had a particular time goal, so I didn’t really care about the parachute effect slowing me down a little.
I ran with Missy and Brian for a bit; because I said I had no time goal when she asked, Missy decided we were going to run marathon pace. Which sounded like a reasonable idea, except her marathon pace is faster than mine, and I was already running a bit faster than that. Or at least, that’s what I thought; it was hard to see my watch, given how many raindrops were splattered on the screen.
This is mile 9. I have no idea why I look so deliriously joyful, because I certainly wasn’t having a great time, given how much I hate being cold and wet and my ITB was starting to bitch at me. But I did choose a goal a mile later: with 5K to go, I decided that it was totally possible to finish under 1:40. It might not matter, but it just looks so much nicer to run 1:3x than 1:4x.
Mission accomplished! And the splits are pretty consistent, too, which is always nice.
Garmin recorded 13.28 miles in 1:38:30, 7:25/mi.
Officially, 1:38:25, 7:31/mi. 326/3725 OA, 40/1368 F, and 10/233 F30-34.
The funniest thing about all this (which isn’t funny so much as it is pathetic) is that I’m not displeased with my time, given that I wasn’t trying to race it; but I have a feeling that I would not have run much faster if I had tried to race it. Really, I was mostly just relieved that my ankle appeared unbroken. (Can’t say as much for my scapula; not that I think it’s actually broken, that would be beyond bizarre even for me, but it’s been hurting for days and is starting to get very annoying. You wouldn’t think you need it to run, but you really do. It interferes with your arm swing when moving your elbow too far back sends shooting pains stabbing up your neck.)
At least we could finally go dry off and get warm.
And this year’s medal is so cute! I’m not sure what it says about our collective sanity level that we’d be willing to subject ourselves to the elements for the sake of what is basically a nicely-shaped trinket, but sanity is overrated anyhow.