I had to leave Craftcation early to come home and do something the opposite of fun: another half marathon.
It was pretty fail and I’m still feeling rather ho-hummish about it. Trying to let it go and focus on getting better for next time.
[Next time? Why not just focus on not running at all? So many “I don’t know!”]
It’s about the same time as my last half in December. For which I was under-trained and walked a good chunk of. I did get my training in this time, but those were slow, too. So my performance wasn’t unexpected.
Ah, well. Nothing I can do about now.
Despite the boo-hiss nature, there were actually quite a few positives from the race:
a. I did it.
b. I didn’t die.
c. Michelle, came to stay with us and also ran it. And she tied her PR, which is pretty excellent.
d. My work husband came out to watch and I saw him just before Mile 10.
e. It was an insanely beautiful perfect day.
f. The spectators, bands, djs and cheer stations were awesome. The church congregation in their Sunday best cheering from their front steps, the woman yelling “You’re beautiful, you’re amazing!” from her balcony, the dude channeling a clothed thunder-down-under attitude while standing atop his flaming, Burning Man contraption, the little kids giving out high fives.
So there you go. My 3rd Oakland Running Festival = done. An event that I can’t help but loathe and love.