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Frederick Half Marthon Race Recap

Sunday I ran my second of two, back to back half marathons.  First (note to self) I will NEVER DO THAT AGAIN.  I know I said that about marathons, but this time I really mean it.  I was sore and hobbled around for two days after the race.  It was tougher on my body that I thought it would be.

Back to the race recap:  I live over an hour from Frederick and after reading on the race's Facebook page that there have been parking issues in the past and people having to run from their car to the start because they were stuck in traffic, I decided I would get to the race 2 hours early.  Yes, I woke up at 3:15AM and left my house at 4AM.  I should have not been surprised, but I was surprised at the amount of traffic on the DC beltway at that time of morning;  there was a good amount of traffic on the beltway and on 270.  Why were so many people up that early (or late)?  Anyways, I got to the Frederick Fairgrounds at a little after 5AM, sat in my car for a bit and then headed over to get my bib, stand in line at the port-a-potties, and check my bag.  About 20 min before the start I headed over to the starting line.  I was able to run into someone I went to high school with (I knew she would be there thanks to Facebook and we had planned on trying to meet after the race).  We chatted for several minutes until it was time to line up for the race.

I lined up around the 9:30 min/mile pace area.  My goal was to run this race at a faster pace than last week's half.  And then we were off . . .

The first few miles were good.  I was at a 9:30 pace or lower for most of the first five miles.  The course was not really hilly, but it did have a good number of inclines/ smaller hills.  It started to rain during this part of the race.  I am not a fan of running in the rain and I was glad when it stopped.

 Right around mile 5 my IT band began to get a bit cranky.  It was sore up by my hip and I could "feel it" by my knee.  At that point it did not hurt, but it just felt funny.  And, halfway into the race, I felt like I was running out of energy.  Around mile 7, I started talking to a girl who had on the shirt from last week's race.  She mentioned that this course is not nearly as hilly, but this race felt alot harder.  And, I totally agreed.  I felt as if I was pushing myself as hard as I could (and I have never felt like that in a race at that pace before).  By about mile 9 every muscle in my legs felt like they were on the verge of cramping up.  My legs were sore.  My It band began to hurt.  I really wanted to stop to walk a little, but I knew if I did I would have a hard time getting myself to run again, so I just continued to plug away.  My pace fell off the last 4 miles of the race.  I usually have a good amount of energy to really speed it up the last mile, and with the excitement of being so close to the finish, I can run a strong last mile, but not this day.  I seriously felt like I was crawling the last mile.  And, because most other runners still had enough to finish strong, I was getting passed tons in that last mile.  It was embarrassing.  Yet, I still crossed the finish line in 2:07:29 (officially, 8 seconds slower than last week).  I was so glad to be done.

After the race, I got my Titanium Girl Medal and my race premium and then headed home as quickly as possible so I could see my husband before he was flying out of town for the week for work.

What I liked about the race:
- I loved Frederick.  It is a cute town.  I loved running through some of the neighborhoods and seeing some gorgeous old homes.
- Good crowd support.  Since we ran through so many neighborhoods, there were many people out in their front yards watching and cheering.  Plus, many went the extra mile and handed out water, etc.  So nice.
-It felt like there was a water/aid station every mile.  And each one was fully prepared.  So awesome.
- The medal was nice, but I LOVED the jacket!!  It is nice and so comfortable.  It is nice to get something other than something you only wear while running.  Whoever chose that for the premium did a great job!
- Although I did not stay, that after party looked like it was fun.
I wanted to get a picture of the cute jacket and all three medals.  As you can tell, I am not gifted at taking pictures of myself, or cleaning my bedroom mirror!
- The course was nice.  Not only was it scenic, but it was not too hilly, not too flat.  It was a good mixture of both.

What I learned from this race:
- DO NOT, I repeat (to myself) do not run two half marathons back to back
- Getting the Titanium medal was nice and I am glad I challenged myself, but it was not as cool as I thought it would be.  Upon getting the Titanium medal, I put it on, so I could walk around, with pride, with my two medals.  About 5 minutes later, I took them both off and stuffed them in my bag because the clanking was bothering me.
-  I learned what it feels like to really give my all during a race.  I did not PR.  But, this was the first time I crossed a finish line and knew I could not have run any faster.  I pushed myself hard during the race and I ran as fast as I could every mile of the race. 




Comments

  1. Congratulations on completing both races, hope you are having a good week soloing with your boys.

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  2. Feeling like it was so hard and you're giving it everything you've got is exactly how I felt on my half in March. And I hadn't just done one the week before. You're awesome! But treat that body good and rest and eat and drink and heal :)

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  3. Oh, and I love Frederick too! It's only about 15 minutes from my in-laws house. We should meet up sometime!

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  4. Congrats on a good back to back half marathon weekend!! You ran a very strong race. I really like the jacket!!

    Oh DC traffic, it's the worse!

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