Yesterday was the Rivertown Half-Marathon, and it felt like it was my first race as Amber Marie.
Got there about 7:30 AM, found a good place to park, and waited. Took a couple pictures, and waited for the gun to go off.
At 8, the gun went off. It was kind of chilly to start, and the wind was blowing through me pretty good. At the first couple miles, got to talking with my pacers, and knew it was going to be a good day.
At about mile 3, started to know my pacers. Knew they liked the Impossible Burger at Anna’s House, knew they had done this before, etc. Got onto Indian Mounds, and on this painful stretch of road, I started to tell them a bit about myself. Told them about massive burnout, told them about how moving to Holland was stressful, etc.
But later in the day, something magical happened. I came out to them. Told them I was on hormones, and they welcomed me to the sisterhood. So for most of the rest of the race, we had girl talk. We spoke of “no makeup, look like crap” days, talked about my skirt, talked about my ink… it was glorious.
On this went until the 11.5 mark, when I couldn’t keep up with them any more. But for the rest of the race, I dialed in and focused on crossing the finish line. Yes, my ankle started to hurt. For a brief moment, I thought about running a marathon, but couldn’t take another 13.1 miles of my ankle hurting and no relief in sight.
Finally, I crossed the finish line in 2:24:18, a pace of 11:01/mile. Caught up with my pacers Kelly and Christina, gave them a HUGE hug, got a picture, and went off to find food.
And you know what, maturity is a pain. I do want to run 26.2 miles again, but I’m not there yet. I have to develop stronger ankles and work my endurance out a bit. It’s bad enough that this past week was the first week in a long time that I ran 3 times in one week (week starting Monday).
Over the next two weeks, I need to rest up, train right, and get ready for River Bank Run 25K on May 12.