Boston Harvest Half Marathon Race Recap

It has been over a week since I ran the Pennsylvania Boston Harvest half marathon. It has taken me some time to fully digest the entire experience. I had no plans of running in an official half marathon this year, nor did I really plan on falling in love with racing the way I have.

In March of 2016 my roommate and I decided we were going to register for a full marathon; I have no idea why we thought this would be a good idea since neither of us had been running daily and we also both really hated it. My parents tried to discourage me from registering for the full marathon because they thought it would be stupid to run 26.2 miles without ever having even attempted a 13.1 miles or even a 10k. However, I thought that if I registered for a marathon I would be forced to commit to training so I wouldn't be wasting my money on a race I couldn't complete. On April 1, 2016 registration for the Philadelphia Marathon opened and I put my money where my mouth was and officially registered for the race.

When I signed up for the marathon my only goal to was to be fit enough to finish the race. My original plan was to run everyday with the hope that by November I would be fit enough to run 26.2 miles. I do not think I could have come up with a dumber plan, but when May came around and I still hadn’t started my training I knew that I needed to reevaluate my goals.

I decided to listen to my parents who told me it was dumb to think I could run a marathon with no real plan. I knew that it would be beneficial for me set some smaller goals to work towards for the 7 months leading up to the marathon. In early May I registered for another endurance based event, the Palmerton Spartan Super on July 16, 2016 (for more on mySpartan Story click here)! Training for the Spartan Race was an enjoyable way to build my base mileage without becoming bored and discouraged from my goal to run a marathon.

I was running 15 plus miles every week for all of July and I felt comfortable running a 10k/6.55 miles at least twice a week. I finally thought I had built a strong base mileage for me to officially begin marathon training. However, I felt overwhelmed every time I tried to pick out a training plan from the numerous options I found online. Rather then focusing solely on the marathon from August till November I decided it would be more manageable for me to train for a few smaller races in preparation for the marathon.

On August 1, 2016 I registered for my first half marathon, giving me seven weeks to prepare to run 13.1 miles. In just seven short weeks later race weekend arrived and I could not have been more excited. My parents made the 5-hour drive from Philadelphia to Pittsburgh on Saturday, the day before the race. The weather had been a point of discussion all week. The forecast called for high humidity, rain, rain, and more rain all weekend long. I was kind of disappointed that the weather was so crappy since I wanted to take my parents hiking. Unfortunately, we weren’t able to do much on Saturday besides scope out the parking and see the start of the trail where the race would be held on Sunday. If I haven’t mentioned how amazing my parents are let me make it clear that they are the greatest people ever. The Youghiogheny River Trail, the trail the race would be held on is not as close to the city of Pittsburgh as I originally thought it was. I had planned on taking public transportation to and from the race before my parents decided to come, but I don't think I would have made it to the race if I had to take the bus. I cannot thank my parents enough for coming out to Pittsburgh because I honestly don't believe I would have been able to race if they couldn't take me.

For dinner that night we went to an Italian restaurant to carbo load and celebrate my Mom’s birthday. Dinner was full of laughs and good food, lots and lots of food. After dinner we went back to the hotel to get a good night’s rest before the big day.

At 5:45 am the alarm went off and I was up and moving. I was anxious about the weather since I hate running in the rain. I was anxious about getting chub rub since I forgot to pack my Glide. I was anxious about pacing myself. I was anxious about my pre-race breakfast—a bagel and an apple—since the hotel wasn't supposed to start serving breakfast until 7:00am, which is when I needed to be registering for the race. I could feel my nerves getting the better of me before I even left the hotel room. As I begrudgingly left the hotel at 6:30am, I was shocked to see that the the hotel staff had put breakfast out early. I don't think I have ever been happier eating the free continental breakfast at a hotel. With some food in my stomach and a smile on my face we headed to the race venue.

We arrived at the venue around 7:15, which gave me 45 minutes to check in, take pre-race pictures, and warm up. So far the weather seemed to be holding out and I was feeling less anxious about my pacing since the Steel City Road Runners (SCRR) had pacers to pace the race. Waiting for the race was an experience all in itself. I saw runners stretching, bouncing up and down, and moving all around to keep their bodies warm. A few runners went on warm up runs. I even heard one guy talking about how excited he was to run the half marathon since his 10 mile run early this morning was kind of lonely. Some runners were socializing with their friends and others like me hung around their cars to pass the time. Every runner had their own way to pass the time as we waited to see if our preparation was going to pay off.

At 8:00 am the siren blasted and 100 of us were off and running. I started my race running with the 10:00 min/mile SCRR pacers. For two miles I was singing along to Taylor Swift with the pacers and talking about how excited I was to be running my first half marathon.

I had trained to run negative splits, and by mile 2 I left the 10:00 min/mile pacers to join the unofficial 9:45 min/mile pacers. This group of runners were going faster than the 10:00 min/mile group, but slower than the 9:30 min/mile group. After a mile or so the group thinned out and I was running alongside three runners who all were carrying a conversation as if we weren’t even running. When I heard one of them mention that our pace was speeding up I made a comment that, “I thought we were speeding up so we could make up ground and catch the sub 1:30:00 racers”. All three of them laughed, and I introduced myself to them and told them this was my first half marathon. Thanks to Jeff, Jason, and Sarah for pacing me, giving me training tips, race tips, talking to me to pass the time, and making me feel like I was a apart of the running community. 

The course was an out and back route, and as I reached the turnaround point I was feeling good—my legs felt fresh, my spirits were high, and there was no rain in sight. For the next three miles we slowed down to a 10:00 min/mile pace. I was feeling a little discouraged by our positive splits, but Jeff, Jason, and Sarah all reminded me it was better to conserve energy than go too fast in the middle of the race only to bonk out during the last 5k.

At around mile 9 Jeff and I began to speed up again while Jason and Sarah remained running at their 10:00 min/mile pace. Just as we were speeding up the rain started falling. Right when the rain started, I mentally flipped a switch and said I was going to run as hard as I could for the last 5k; running in the rain sucks, so if I was going to do it I was going to make it quick. Jeff told me that I had run a smart race and now was the time for me to put on the burners and finish strong!

I felt confident in my training and my capabilities as I began my sprint towards the finish. The rain was coming down hard, but and I kept sprinting faster. I had no clue at the time what my splits were (Final 5k splits: 8:35, 8:02, 7:40), but I felt that I was slowing down by the last mile. I was finally hitting the wall when I heard someone screaming my name. Was I hearing things? Who would be screaming at me to put some pep in my step? To my surprise my dad had met me for the last quarter mile to cheer me on and run me in to the finish line! Hearing my dad cheer me on, and seeing him try to out sprint me was all the push I needed to run my heart out for the last 400 meters. Coming down the final 100 meters an excited yet exhausted smile spread across my face as I saw the time clock and my mom waiting across the finish line cheering me on. I gave the last of my finishing kick and BAM, I was being handed a medal and water! I couldn’t believe it. I finished my first half marathon in 2 hours, 4 minutes, and 14 seconds with an average pace of 9:30 min/mile (I ran my goal pace!!!). My parents and I hung around the finish line to see and cheer on my new runner friends complete their race! Cheering them on to the finish was my way of giving back to them for all the support they gave me during the bulk of the race. 

Sigh of relief as I cross the finish line!

After a nice hot shower, my parents and I went out for one last meal before they headed home. I was sad to see our weekend coming to an end, but I could not be more grateful for my parents undying support!

Post race milkshake!

For seven weeks I trained my butt off to run 13.1 miles. I learned three very important lessons from this experience…

1. I may not be able to control everything life throws at me, but I am in control of keeping a positive and determined attitude no matter what.
2. The running community is full of encouraging and kind people who want to see you succeed.
3. My parents are the most amazing people ever. They support my goals and dreams, hold me accountable, and celebrate each finish no matter what!

The journey to my first half marathon has come to an end, but it only marks the halfway point on the road to my marathon. I am looking forward to working my butt off again for the next seven weeks in preparation for the Philadelphia marathon on November 20^th.