This was my first year participating in the Tybee Critz Run Fest. I signed up for just the half. This event is a run fest weekend - a 5K, 10K, half marathon, 2.8 beach run, and a 1 miler. If you do all events, it equals out to a full marathon. Maybe I'll be crazy enough to sign up for the challenge next year...maybe.
I woke up way early than I wanted to on a Saturday morning and first thing I did was check the Weather Channel. Ugh...it was going to be a rainy, gusty, cold run. Boo... Just days before, the weather forecast was showing sunny skies and 70 for race day. What happened?! It was supposed to be a huge contrast to the weather conditions we experienced earlier in the week - what folks were dubbing as the
"s(no)pocalypse". Totally wasn't stoked about running in these conditions at all.
I met up with my running buds, Larry and Helen, and we carpooled to Tybee. We were advised to come early and be parked by 6:30 AM - before the 10K kick-off at 7. Our race didn't start until 8:30 so we killed time sitting in my heated minivan listening to the rain pitter patter on my windshield and watched as my windows fogged up due to the cold. We thought of 101 reasons why we shouldn't run in the cold rain. For a brief moment, we almost - just almost - talked ourselves into putting the car in drive and going back to our warm beds. However, we blamed this blog for not being able to quit. Ha! I had already posted it on my race calendar and mentioned the Tybee half in my last post. Also I had posted a picture of my Tybee race shirt and bib number the night before on Instagram and Facebook. We couldn't quit now. In the wise words of Data from The Goonies, "Shame. Shame. I know your name." There's no way we could not run. We'd hate ourselves for it.
The race ran just a few minutes late and all of us were waiting at the start line jumping and moving around and running in place to keep warm. Once we got going, I was able to warm up around mile 3 - my feet no longer felt like concrete blocks and my hands had finally thawed out. I could feel my fingers again. And then came the damn rain. It rained on and off the entire run and I hated that I forgot my visor at home. Oh well. It also surprises me that I grew up on Wilmington Island and I was running past the lighthouse and the north beach area for the FIRST time. How had I not explored this part of Tybee all these years? Also for the FIRST/WORST time ever, I experienced tummy issues. Alert - Runner TMI! Runner TMI! I had heard several horror stories from fellow runners about their experiences with tummy issues - and now it was happening to me. No!! I could've kicked myself for eating that greasy cheeseburger loaded with blue cheese along with downing a few bottles of beer the night before. It was all hitting me now. When we got around to mile 6, I frantically asked a lady if the YMCA's facilities were open. She said yes, but it was off the course. I didn't care. I had already passed a portapottie, but it was already occupied with 2 waiting in line. I hightailed it to the Y and did the deed. Afterwards, I swear I heard a chorus of angels sing "Halleluiah"! Or it could've been the voice in my head screaming "I told you not to eat and drink that shit the night before a race!"
It was great to see my MRTT ladies volunteering at the mile 12 water stop. My energy was deflated and seeing them made me want to finish strong - which I did! I sprinted through the finish and was so ready for this race to be over. My Garmin had me at 13.4 at 2:07 (I was at 2:05:39 at 13.1). No PRs today. I rewarded myself with a chocolate protein shake, a Corona Light, and some delicious veggie stew and chili. 13.1 (13.4) and done!
Wish me luck as I run my 2nd marathon on Feb. 16 - the Austin Marathon! Dan Finn and I will be flying out to meet Stephanie Roach. It's a reunion - the Sister/Brotherhood of Traveling Shoes!