In my very short running career, I’ve run a LOT of races. Some of them have been incredible where I feel like I’m running on air, the weather is perfection and the battery in my back is brand new. However, there have been other times. Hard times. Races that made me want to hang up my sneakers for GOOD. Today I’ve been tasked with writing about my worst race ever. I thought about this, and although I’ve had a ton of bad race experiences, the one that comes up over and over is the Bay Ridge Half Marathon. It was my first half. I didn’t tell a soul I was running it because I wanted to prove to myself that I could absolutely do it.
I did it, but it was a really awful 13.1.
First let me set the scene. It was the middle of October. The cold of the fall had come down on NYC faster than normal. It was my FIRST 13.1. I had been training secretly and successfully. I didn’t want anyone to know that I was running my first half marathon in October instead of the advertised February. I wanted to prove to MYSELF that I could do it. Except I didn’t know what was in store to get that satisfaction!
1) It was a Monsoon
…or at least as close to a monsoon as I have ever experienced. For days the weather forecast was complete doom and gloom. The rain would be over four inches, “brace and prepare yourselves for a complete washout”. I wavered back and forth, could I actually run my first 13.1 in these conditions?!
2) It was a small field
This I didn’t realize until I had run many more half marathons. There were approximately 290 people running this race. I chose a local race without knowing how many people would be running it, and this would be a mistake that I knew to never make again because it added a lot of unnecessary pressure to this back of the packer.
3) My technology died
I spent WEEKS tweaking the most perfect playlist. I planned song for song, mile for mile. I double ziplocked my phone for extra protection and my Beats By Dre headphones were waterproof. I had never trained without music. My phone promptly died at Mile 5.
4) It was an out and back…twice
I had never been so bored in a race. The race was 3 miles out, 3 miles back…and repeat. It was the most boring course ever. Add to that the dead phone, the whipping winds and the rain that seemed to come from every direction.
5) I was the slowest and it was clear
Apparently the race I chose was not for the slower runners. People were finishing up as I chugged along to my second half of the race. All of these feelings of inadequacy settled in as I started to worry about the people who were waiting at the end for me, the cutoff time, and if I was actually going to finish or not. By Mile 10 my body hurt so much that I couldn’t even think anymore.
6) I finished
I was soaked. A nice person at the finish line allowed me to call my husband (who had both of my kids with him standing in a restaurant around the corner). A Medal and clothes infinitely stuck to my skin with rain water.
I smiled all the way home. I was now a half marathoner.
It was one of the most impossible situations that I still somehow managed to win in the end. Despite the weather, despite the faster runners, despite not running with music, and despite my own mind.
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