Anyway, I PR'd by 1.5 minutes at Zooma. On hills. Almost 800 feet of elevation. I was flying high at the end of the race. Crying and yelling when I crossed the finish line.
Then, Sunday, we had a bit of excitement at home and I barely noticed the day (quick summary: It's all good now, Hubby got dehydrated, and passed out. 7 year old called 911 for me, Hubby ended up in the ER, discharged 6 hours later and has been fine since. Side note: I ran 13.1 miles and peed within an hour of finishing. Hubby had a gigantic buffet breakfast and ends up on IV fluids. Just saying.) But Monday? Monday hit me hard!
Monday, I couldn't walk up or down stairs without grimacing. I was told to take the elevator several times. I replied with "I ran 13 miles, I am not taking an elevator" and continued to hobble. I fell into chairs instead of sitting. I wore flip flops with work clothes because my weird toe nail hurt. I had slammed the toe into a curb a few years back and the nail now grows up instead of out. Apparently, it was too long during the race and got banged up. It's now a pretty pale purple color and achy.
Tuesday, got better. I could almost sit and stand easily. Stairs slowed me down, but weren't painful. Toe got some more color to it, and a bit throbby, but I could wear shoes.
All of the aches and pains got me thinking: during the training runs, I was fine. No long recovery times, no toe issues. But, then again, it took me 2:40 to run 12 miles during training. What was different about the race?
I ran faster. That's it. I checked the elevation, my 12 mile run was 787 ft, the Zooma Half was 797 ft. Let's call that even (and I was worried about the elevation change! I probably should have check my long run elevation before the race, not afterwards!). The only different was I kept my pace and walked less. I also set a more realistic pace than in training (10:20-12:30 min/mile vs 8:50-10:20 min/mile), which made it easier to keep.
Going into the race, I wasn't even thinking PR. Heck, I was hoping for 10 minutes over my first half. At one point, I was running with Michelle, and found she was aiming for sub 2:30. I ran with her for most of the race. She finished stronger than I did, and got her goal and PR. I was right there with her, till mile 10.
Up until mile 10, I was on target for a 2:30 finish.
Right now, I'm afraid to actually aim for a 2:30 goal. But maybe that's just the busted toe nail talking.