8:55, 8:14, 8:19, 8:11, 8:10, 8:05, 8:15, 8:08, 8:27, 9:14, 9:09, 9:36, 9:49
After 15 years of marriage, I finally convinced my husband to run a half marathon. He picked out a training plan and did a great job following it. I decided to forgo my racing the race and pace Tim.
We stuck behind the 1:55 pacer until we got to the mouth of the canyon (mile 8). He was feeling good and had fun seeing lots of friends and neighbors.
Once we hit the golf course and the downhill subsided, he started to get tired. He was hanging on, but I knew he was hurting. I was feeling great and was having a splendid time!
The last 3 miles he started to slow down. I knew he was so tired, but that he didn’t want the 1:55 pacer to creep up behind him. Finally, we got to the AFHS and he had lots of people cheering for him!
We got our Kneaders French toast and ate it with some friends. I was getting the full course press on a fall marathon for me. I tried to blow it off. I’m hoping I can slide under the radar!!
My legs felt wonderful and I ran the last part of the course and then ran home to get 15 miles for the day. I quickly showered and then had to pick up the kids from Grandma’s house. The 3:50am wake up was starting to rear it’s ugly head!! Thankfully, I was able to take a nap. We had lunch at In N Out and I worked in my garden all afternoon. I picked my first full bucket of peas. Mmmmmm…..
My legs still feel great! I really like the non-pressure of pacing, but still getting to experience the race. Great job Tim!!