Even though I’ve been actively building my base for the last several months, it still feels like I’m just getting back into running. Again. I’m a lot slower than I used to be, and my running these days includes a lot of walking. Those that differentiate between running and jogging might argue that I don’t actually run at all anymore. But what do those people know anyway?
We sat in traffic for about three hours today so that I could pick up my bib at the expo. That sounds like a complaint, but it was actually worth it. Expo energy is infectious. Everyone is amped up for the race; you can just feel the electricity. And my (seemingly) generally bored baby loved the excitement too.
So tomorrow is the big day. It’s not my first half marathon, but it’s my first with a baby, and that feels like enough to make the day big. At least logistically. I feel like I’m prepping to run 113 miles instead of 13. I’m used to ensuring my watch and iPod are charged. But, let’s just say, this is the first time I had to check that there were working batteries in a breast pump.
Jason is going to play babysitter, and I honestly believe he has the real marathon ahead of him. I, on the other hand, plan to take this one relatively easy. I feel pretty confident I can hit a 12:00 min/mile pace, so I wrote down 2:15 for my predicted finish time. No, I’m not that terrible at math. I just know how big race starts tend to go. I don’t really know what to expect, but I’m trying to make myself get comfortable with a number like 2:40.
If you want to track me and/or cheer me on my bib# is 35772. You’ll know I’m either highly coordinated or having a slow race if I’m tweeting on the road. Wish us luck!