The New Orleans Half Marathon had a staggered start, so Megan and I actually didn’t start moving until about 10-15 minutes after the first racers took off. Finally, it was our turn. We started moving slowly, kind of jogging/fast walking. Then, we hit the Start Line!
At this point, I wasn’t really thinking about the fact that I was about to run a little over 13 miles. I was more focused on getting around runners and falling into a comfortable pace. Well, apparently my “comfortable pace” at first was 8:20, so I had to slow it down a bit. Thanks for that little bit of info, Megan!
The first two miles went by really quickly, and I was pretty excited because my legs felt absolutely great. It was practically a miracle! Not one ounce of pain ANYWHERE, which is shocking since I have never had a pain-free long run. Thanks, Tylenol! Also, my legs were a little numb in the beginning of the race so maybe that helped too. Kind of like a nice little ice bath.
Shortly after Mile 3, we saw Chris and Marco. Funnn! Then, about 10 minutes later, we saw them again. They even had enough time between sightings to walk to Marco’s house, get Clarence (Marco’s adorable hound) and for Marco to awkwardly change into a robe (hehe). It was nice to see them early on when I was feeling great, but I knew that I’d probably need their support/cheering later on.
I don’t have the race map with me, so I’m going to get things a bit out of order, but I remember well that my first water station encounter was a disaster. I didn’t want to stop to walk but forgot the trick of pinching the cup to form a more narrow stream of water, so on my first attempt I got 70% of the water up my nose, 20% on the ground and 10% in my mouth. Not ideal. My second attempt wasn’t much better, so from that point on, I decided to walk at each water station. Definitely a great decision.
I took my first Gu – Espresso Love, 2x caffeine – around Mile 5. It wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t great. I didn’t gag, so we’ll call it a success! In between Mile 6 and 7, it finally fully hit that I was running a half marathon, and this was the point where I wished that I had run more than 10 miles. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again – running is such a mind game for me. I obviously could physically run 13.1 miles, but I wasn’t necessarily convinced and I started paying very close attention to how much farther I had to go. It was time for the iPod. I loved running with Megan and chatting, but it was time for me to get in the zone. I needed my Lady Gags and Ke$ha – bad.
Mile 8 is when the stomach problems hit pretty hard. I quickly informed Megan that it would be great if we could find a bathroom, and she said that she’d keep a look out. This was an especially tough time because I was even more focused on the fact that if I was running 10 miles, I’d only have 2 more miles to go, but instead, I had 5.1 miles! That was a bit much to handle, and I knew that it might be a tough end to the race.
We did eventually spot a porta potty, but I refused to stop. I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to stop all my momentum to go to the bathroom. It seemed a little risky, but whatever, the race was becoming hard enough at that point. Stopping didn’t seem like a good idea.
I had another Gu – Vanilla Bean – right before Mile 10. I was struggling and was really hoping that this would give me a nice boost to finish the race. I’m sure that it helped, but I also had some unrealistic expectations about the power of Gu. I expected to zoom afterwards. There was no zooming involved, but my legs did feel a little less tired.
Finally, Mile 11. Ok, two more miles to go. It was around here that we saw Chris and Marco again. I barely waved. Chris later told me that I had my “angry run” face on, BUT he said that unlike normal, my running form was still pretty good. Upgrade!

I knew that we were close, but it didn’t feel like it. At this point, you could see runners on the other side of this little river heading to a Finish Line that still wasn’t in sight. I wanted to be them. They were so much closer than me! We turned a corner, and I wanted to die. We still had so much farther to go. We had to run a little bit and then double-back on the other side of the street. We were finally at Mile 12! Oh wait, no we weren’t!! They had created double-sided signs, so we thought we were at Mile 12, but really, you weren’t there until you double-backed. So rude! Luckily, I was struggling so much at this point, I wasn’t really shocked that the world would conspire against me in this way.
1 Mile to go – putt putting along, trying not to die (hehe, so dramatic). Another pic of me struggling.

Right before Mile 13 I looked over at Megan and said, “I’m NOT going to sprint to the end, so don’t even ask.” Hahaha – product of “angry run” face. She really was great throughout the race, even if she was looking at her watch one too many times, so perhaps this comment was unwarranted. When I hit Mile 13, I saw all these people running kind of slowly to the Finish Line, and it occurred to me that I absolutely had enough energy to sprint it out. I was tired, not exhausted. So I sprinted the .1 mile to the Finish Line, and it was the most GLORIOUS thing EVER to hit that final ChronoTrack pad. TRULY AMAZING.
I was so, so tired, but so HAPPY to be done!! I DID IT!! AND I got a medal!! I had completely forgotten about that. I gave Megan a hug, we grabbed water and I stumbled to an area where I could collapse and fake stretch.

BEST DAY EVER.