Last Saturday I did something I hateeeee doing, only to do something that I loveeee. Running is definitely a love/hate relationship. My alarm was set to go off at 4:30 AM but my body decided that I should start my day even earlier by waking up at 4:15… yes, I was mad at not getting those extra 15 minutes. I was waking up early to drive downtown to Indianapolis, where I would be running the Indy Mini marathon. By the time I left my apartment it was almost 5:00 it took me a little over an hour to get there and find parking. Thankfully, I gave myself enough time that finding parking was easy! I was really worried about this because I was told there would be close to 40,000 people running! Crazy! I also found out later that this half marathon is the largest 1/2 in all of the United States! Even crazier!
This was my first time running the Indy Mini, but my third half marathon. Prior to this one, I have raced in the Cleveland half twice. Before the race began, I met up with someone from my running group. This person happens to be a very seasoned runner who is very very fast. He asked me what my goal time was, and typical lazy-runner me, responds by saying as long as I don’t walk I will be happy. And if I could get under three hours to beat my previous times I would be pleased. He told me that I could easily do that. I laughed and reminded him that I am slow runner. He offered to help me keep pace, and we ran the race side by side. I should also mention that before the race started, he had ran the 5k that was a half hour before, to help another runner in the group keep pace. The lady he had helped ended up running her fastest 5k!
My favorite part of the race was when I was running on the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. Not only because it was flat (that was a hugeee plus) but because there was a fun tradition that I learned there. Runners stopped to “Kiss the Bricks” there was a small section of the original brick track. I had never heard of this tradition before, but all of a sudden the term “Brickyard” made sense! It’s hard to believe that the track was once made up of bricks. Although I did not lay down on the ground and kiss the bricks like a lot of runners stopped to do…I did bend over to take a quick pic with the bricks. This part of the race, was around mile 7.
It was also around mile 7 that I could start to feel my body getting slower. Up until that point, my miles were around the 10 minute pace. I started to slow down a bit after mile 7, but I was still very happy with my times! When I was at mile 10 and I realized I was under 2 hours I was SOOOO happy, it gave me the boost of energy I needed! I ended up crossing the finish line with a time of 2 hours and 34 minutes! I was seriously crying happy tears! The medics at the finish thought there was something wrong with me, I assured them I was fine. This was my fastest half marathon! I was so surprised that I did that, and I am super thankful I had someone to pace me!