The Rev, taking a moment of silence in front of the johns.
First of all, let’s get one thing straight: the CGI Love Run half marathon on Sunday, April 10 was 13.4 miles (per my Garmin). Yes, it was an extra 0.3 mile. And no, I will NOT be paying extra for that 0.3 mile. Race directors, be warned. I will dispute any additional charges to my credit card.
Truth be told. Always the truth. I was not trained for this. I have no valid excuse, other than I wrote down the wrong date on the calendar in my kitchen, so I thought I had an extra week to train. My longest run was 11 miles, which happened about two weeks before the race. I knew I could finish the race, but at the same time I knew those last few miles would feel like no-anesthesia root canal.
But what’s a little excruciating pain among friends? Ten thousand, to be exact. The second annual Love Run was SOLD OUT. I had never met about 9,990 of those people, but some of my wonderful teammates were there! The Rev and Mrs. Donovan showed up, offering to pace me to victory. And I was all, “Nah, I’m good. That would be so braggy. I’ll hang in the back.” They were cool with that, and then proceeded to tear up the course, along with FOTT Vaughn B.
It’s hard to find things to gripe about with the Love Run. Porta-potties for miles, friendly volunteers, gorgeous course, plenty of aid stations. But I would be completely remiss as a racer/blogger to not whine just a little. So here goes:
- It was chilly at the start. Some raging bonfires would have been nice. Marshmallows optional.
- The hill at mile 7. I didn’t know that was coming, which was probably a good thing. I would’ve paid good money for a tram car ride to the top of that #$%@ing hill. Maybe a horse-drawn carriage ride, with a blanket for my lap and some hot chocolate. Marshmallows optional.
- My foot hurt at mile 12.
That’s about all I could come up with. Here are the awesomest things about the race:
- Getting my bib and t-shirt in the mail. Saturday was a crazy day for me, so having everything ready to go ahead of time was blissfully stress-free.
- Too many porta-potties. Is that possible for a 10,000 person race? I think that was the goal of race directors Michele and Larry Redrow. There were so many potties that I roped off five just for myself, and nobody seemed to mind. I used one for my business (ahem), and then another one for my business, freshly made crepes! Numbers 3 and 4 I used for crepe batter storage. Number 5 was fitted with several locks to store all my crepe money.
- The course. The city. My city. I’ve never lived within the city limits. I went to school in Philly only for 6 weeks while I took some summer courses at Penn. But it’s still my city, and I love it. We started running toward City Hall, banged a right at the Liberty Bell, and ran back toward the Art Museum. We then paralleled the Schuylkill River, competing with 8-man heavyweight boats in a high school regatta. We finished just a few steps short of a victorious Rocky.
Yo Adrian! Crepes!
I finished the 13.1 miles in 2:10:20. My goal was anything under 2:15, so yay for me. Of course, 13.1 miles occurred .3 miles short of the finish, so all of the agonizing steps I took between 13.1 and 13.4 miles were taken under protest. I was hurting for sure, but I just mentally repeated this mantra, “I’m not paying for this. I’m not paying for this. I’m not paying for this.” Getting free stuff always makes me feel better.
There’s nothing better than family at the finish line.