You prepare as much as you possibly can.
You train, train, train.
You spend hours on a treadmill or running loops in your neighborhood.
You do all that and still, come race day, you have to leave certain things up to the Universe.
Mainly, the weather.
The weather on Sunday was hot and sunny. A lovely day to spend at the pool or at the beach with the family. A horrid day to spend running loops on an island with ZERO breeze, humidity, and limited shade.
You know it's bad when the course marshals send medics out on bikes with gallon jugs of water. After I finished, there was an ambulance heading out on the course. Sending good vibes out into the universe for that person. When I got in my car after the race, the outside temp was 84 degrees.
|The photo is not blurry. That is, in fact, the haze.|
Was it a tough race? Absolutely.
Did I have fun? I sure did.
Was it my fastest half? Nope.
Does that matter? Not. At. All.
I got to see my boys and cross the finish line with them. I got to listen to Hamilton and run along Belle Isle which was lovely. It was hot and sunny and miserable, but I did it and I am just happy about the training cycle and the run.
Note to self: Only run races in March and November from here on out.