<span style="font-family:Verdana;">Reporting in after a few requests ... <img alt="smile.gif" src="http://files.kickrunners.com/smilies/smile.gif"></span><br><br><span style="font-family:Verdana;">After my third successful full marathon last Fall, I set my sights on March’s New Bedford Half. I’ve run New Bedford 2 previous times, and only one other Half in Vermont. I like the Half distance, it's long enough to be a challenge, but doesn't wear you down like a full.</span><br><br><span style="font-family:Verdana;">New Bedford</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;">isn’t an easy course, but is a USATF-NE Half Marathon Team Championship race and draws a lot of New England’s top runners (of which, I am not!). There’s a moderate hill during mile 2, then runners are treated to what I consider a major hill starting at the mile 3 mark. After that it’s relatively flat for the next 9 miles, but runners are on the water (Buzzard’s Bay) for approximately 3 miles and the wind there can sometimes make you wish you were running hills again. Mile 12 is a long, seemingly never-ending hill. It’s just so late in the race and all you want to do is be done. Once you crest that though, it’s flat to downhill to the finish.</span><br><br><span style="font-family:Verdana;">My training went really well and I’d had a PR at a 10 mile tune-up race the month prior. I was hopeful for a PR at the Half as well. I was somewhat stupid though and overindulged on a girls’ night two evenings before, leaving me pretty dehydrated the day before the race. DOOH! The forecast up until race morning was looking bleak – windy, snowy, and cold. Low and behold though, race morning the forecast changed and the winds wouldn’t be as bad as predicted, the temp around 40 degrees, and any snow or rain would fall after 3pm (the race started at 11). MUCH better!</span><br><br><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Fast forward to the race … it’s chip timed, but with no start mat. I started too far back and lost about 35 seconds at the start. I spent a lot of time the first ½ mile trying to get around people who (I’m guessing) put themselves too far in the front at the start. Frustrating, but I knew the slower first mile would help me in the end.</span><br><br><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Running up the moderate hill in mile 2, a woman next to me was saying “I thought this hill was supposed to be at mile 3”. I had to break it to her that this was not the hill, just a warm-up. Then she saw the mile 3 hill and I swear she gasped! There’s a water tower right near the top of the mile 3 hill. When I wasn’t looking 20-30 feet in front of me, I’d focus on the tower. I was able to pass a lot of people on this hill and only would see a few of them catch me again.</span><br><br><span style="font-family:Verdana;">The next 4-5 miles were uneventful. I remembered to take my Gu around mile 5 ½, which I was pleased about. (Last year by the time I remembered to take it, I was around mile 10). I did walk through that water stop to get enough water to wash down the Gu, and I also walked through another at around mile 8 (I think?) to drink more. My dehydration was evident, although I started the race well-hydrated. Lesson learned, no overindulging 2 nights before a race! To keep myself in good mental spirits, I would set my sights on a person up ahead of me, then surge and pass. I did this as much as I could throughout the race.</span><br><br><span style="font-family:Verdana;">The first section of water we were on wasn’t really windy at all. I was pleasantly surprised. Mile 9 hits as the runners are taking a little side loop off the water, then back to the water. And there was the wind … waiting for us. I drafted as much as I could, hoping to conserve energy. I was getting tired and the wind wasn’t helping. I kept repeating my mantra in my head <i>"court the pain</i>" (from the Comptetive Runner's Handbook - a gift given to me when I first started running).<br></span><br><br><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I was aware of my overall time and quickly did the math in my head. I knew I’d be close, VERY close to a PR. Once we hit the mile 11 mark, I pushed as hard as I could for a mile because I knew what was ahead.</span><br><br><span style="font-family:Verdana;">The first time I ran this Half, I nearly walked up the hill at mile 12. Upon reaching the hill this time, I knew I needed to stay strong and focused. I slowed for sure, but everyone around me did as well. There were people walking, I would not be one of them. I kept pushing and passed probably a dozen people in ½ a mile. With about 700 yards to go, I could see the turn for the finish. I refused to look at my watch because I knew I’d be close. I picked up speed down the hill and rounded the final corner.</span><br><br><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Vogelmd was there to cheer me on with about 50 yards to go. I sprinted in (if you can call it that!), and could finally see the clock. 1:48:77. WHAT? What the heck is that? Yes, it really <span style="text-decoration:underline;">did</span> say 77 seconds and I was not hallucinating, but then flipped to 27 as I was about to cross. That gave me a huge laugh!</span><br><br><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I crossed in 1:48:29 - a 31 second PR (over last year’s time on the course). Even though I had a slowed start, walked through 2 water stops and definitely slowed more than I’d have liked for a few miles on the water, I accomplished my goal. I’m looking forward to seeing what I can do in the Fall on a flat half marathon course!</span>