Those of you who have run any of the Provo River runs know they're not the most organized races in the world. This is the 18th Provo half-marathon and you'd think the organizers would have it down to a science . . . but they don't. The buses took the runners and dropped us off in a field. No one knew where the race started. About 7:00, Curt {the race organizer} came in his truck and yelled out the window, "Throw your drop-bags in here!" as he's driving off. All the runners are frantically trying to get their drop bags in the truck that's driving away. Luckily, I didn't take a drop bag so I didn't have to participate in all the chaos.
Shortly after 7:00, a car makes its way through the crowd and a couple of people set up the start and place the timing mats down so our chips will work. The race starts at 7:10 and we're off. It felt good to finally be running. I took my own water so I flew by all the water stations and downed a gu at mile 6. My goal time was 1:45 and I crossed the finish in 1:43:52. A new PR. This isn't the most organized race but since it's such a lovely course, I'm sure I'll be back to run it again and again.
A few thoughts:
- a deer was roaming around at the start and was letting people pet it.
- this race has the most females I've seen that run in full make-up: eye shadow, mascara, eyeliner, lipstick. Interesting.
- a couple of 13 year-old boys started the race by me and after we'd run a few minutes, I heard one of them say, "I think we've ran a mile already." He asked me how far we'd run, I checked my garmin and it said .6 miles. It might have been a long race for those two.
- this was my "easiest" half-marathon. In all the half-marathons I've ran there's been a point where I've had to dig deep mentally and physically but this half-marathon I felt strong and energized the whole race. I'm pretty sure I can thank my rough eighteen-mile run last Saturday. Compared to that, this was a walk in the park.
- This may go down in the books as my fastest half-marathon. I'm not sure I have it in me to get a faster time. But, you should never say never. Maybe with Lindy pacing me, I can break 1:40. Maybe.
- I crossed the finish line, walked straight to my car and drove home so I could make it back for my husband's tennis game.