This was the first year for The Plano Balloon Festival Half Marathon. And it was SO well-organized. A great race. The volunteers were amazing. The course was tough but very pretty. With the race entry you received a New Balance tech shirt, free VIP parking, two free tickets to the festival, food from Central Market, and were supposed to see the balloons launch right before the start. Unfortunately, the weather prevented this from happening. Pretty great swag for a first time race right? Pretty great swag for any race really.
The mixed feelings came from my misery. I've been feeling sick all week and woke up Friday with severe back pain. Went to the doctor and was diagnosed with a pretty bad kidney infection. I probably shouldn't have run. But, of course, I did.
I was OK for a while. The first few miles weren't too awful bad. But then my back started hurting. And I couldn't seem to get past it. Serene and Dianna caught up with me around mile 8. And I lost them around mile 10. I just couldn't seem to make myself go. At about mile 10.5 I was defeated. It's a horrible feeling. Knowing the exact second you gave up. But I felt it. I knew I had given up and there was no coming back from it. I was miserable.
But I finished. Barely. And with a new personal worst.
I have Tyler Rose Half in 3 weeks. It's the toughest course I've ever run. Way harder than today. I've got to put this one behind me quick or Tyler will eat me up and spit me out.
At least I look happy in the pics from the day...
Before the race with Serene and my Dad.
Again pre-race...with Serene and Dianna.
We were in serious porta potty heaven. They were everywhere. And mostly clean. With toilet paper. And no lines. I swear I heard angels singing every time I walked up to one.
After the race. That's a fake smile.
With my kids. Again, fake smile.
Dad won 2nd in his age group. Pretty awesome.