On April 1, I completed my first half marathon of the year. I had completed the Parkinson’s Half Marathon
several times in the past several years and I always enjoy it. The race was moved up a little earlier in
April this year, but they had just as gorgeous of weather as always. It is always a very well organized event and
has really grown since the first event a few years ago.
This year, the event had special meaning. I reconnected with a high school classmate
this spring, who had been diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease. I hosted a virtual 5K for classmates, clients
and friends to help raise funds for his service dog. We raised $350 in March and I presented Mike with
a check prior to the race.
My husband and mother-in-law were going to be walking the
one mile walk my Baby Diva in the stroller.
There was also a 5K event that I had several clients and friends
running. I also had several clients
running the half marathon. It was going
to be a great morning.
We obtained our packets from 1855 Saloon prior to the
race. I never have found it beneficial
to drive to Cottage Grove the day prior to obtain my packet. Then, we hung out in the cute coffee shop
while my family had coffee and I used the bathroom (a few times). I then headed out to meet clients and friends
before the race started and then to the start line at 8:00.
After the National Anthem, we were off. We headed out 1.5 miles through residential
neighborhood and then onto the Glacial Drumlin path. The crushed gravel is always tough to get use
to during my first outing for the year.
This year, there seemed to be more holes and divots than usual. It wasn’t very muddy, only a few shaded
areas.
We headed out on an out-and-back course and turned around at
mile 7. It’s always fun (and
distracting) to wave to familiar faces on this course. I was consistently clocking times way faster
than my training pace – typically 8:10-8:30.
I was feeling great and going with it. I was laid up in bed for two
days, Wednesday and Thursday, leading up to the race. A bad cold had hit me hard. I still felt it in my head, but otherwise
felt strong.
I carried my water with me and took Gatorade at every aid
station that it was offered. I was
excited that they offered it in grape flavor – yum! I took Honey Stinger energy gels at miles 4-5
and 8-9. I chewed several sticks of gum
to keep my mouth fresh.
By mile 9, I was playing the numbers game. I knew that I was way ahead of pace. I tried to calculate my finish time, even
though I was slowing down slightly. I
figured I could come in under 1:58 – or maybe even 1:57 at this pace. Could I do more? My typical finishing times pre-baby #3 were
1:58 and some change. Last year I ran
this event in 2:02. This route is super
flat and conditions were beautiful. I
was determined to take advantage of this.
I pushed forward.
I played a couple songs several times the last couple of
miles. I was in a groove. After enjoying a flat course, the final half
mile of the race is up hill. I saw
spectators and pushed up it as if it didn’t exist.
I ended up crossing the finish line in 1:54:01 with happy
tears in my eyes. Those last two seconds
could haunt me. But, I am extremely
happy with my time. I have put in so
many miles this winter with clients at my studio (127 miles in both January and
February and close to 150 in March). I
was ready for this. And to do it for
myself. I knocked eight minutes off of
my time from the year prior. I didn’t
PR, but came pretty close. I hadn’t ran
that fast since an event in early 2011.
I quickly reunited with my family and friends. And soon I had an emotional moment with my
husband. Running – and pushing yourself
– are extremely moving. Only you can
make that happen.
