Sunday morning I went through my normal pre-race routine and headed out to the race along with my aunt and a fellow running buddy Heather from my running team, The Midwest Vikings. As we lined up to start the race I took a glance around and realized that this was probably the smallest race I've run in. Overall there were only about 400 participants in the half marathon event. This was when I realized just how much the size of a race can change your perspective. I didn't have that excitement building like usual, it didn't even seem like the race was a big deal. I guess you could say that running in Chicago has made me a bit spoiled.
My first 3 miles were strong, I was holding onto a good pace and feeling great. Around mile 4 our course met with the 5k pack and I got to see my aunt for a minute before the trails split again. This was when I started feeling an annoying twinge on my pinky toe. By the time the race was over virtually my entire pinky toe had become one massive blister. (it still hurts by the way) I sucked it up and tried to make the best of the race anyway.
|My aunt and I after the race|
|Post Race obligatory selfie|
|Fresh skrimps from the bay and my aunt's homemade hooch|
On the plus side, here are a few of the highlights:
-smaller race means higher ranking, I was #18 in my age group!
-Mobile is beautiful, scenic and rich in history
-spending time with family I don't see that often
-a pretty sweet glittery medal and fancy tech shirt
-LOTS of GU (they basically poured a whole box of it into Heather's bag which she generously shared with me after the race)
-delicious fresh seafood from the bay