Yesterday I ran the MDI (Mount Desert Island/ Acadia National Park) Half Marathon and OH MY GOODNESS… What a difference it was from the Boston Half Marathon in May. I guess I’m in better running shape, and I didn’t have that nasty chest cold that I did in Boston, but yesterday was truly a world apart from my first try. Adrienne, I finally know how you felt in that race.
I won’t go so far as to say it was EASY, but it was 2 hours and 29 minutes of joy with a slight tinge of pain (15 minutes faster this time!!). For REAL runners, that’s sort of slow. For me? That time was my dream come true. That meant I stayed on pace of my regular running time for the whole damn thing. Except for some hip and knee pain that started around mile 7, I felt like a million bucks.
I had a hell of a week trying to get control of a stubborn bladder infection and I didn’t think I was going to run it until Friday when I got the go-ahead from my doctor, though he looked at me like I was crazy when I asked. I actually felt great on Saturday morning, so I was so glad I had decided to go for it.
The weather was perfect (60 degrees and clear). The course is unbelievable. It starts through Bar Harbor toward the ocean, up a hill, and then onto the Carriage Trails (a groomed dirt/gravel path) for 9 miles that wrapped around the beautiful Eagle Lake; the trees are already tinged with reds and yellows here on the coast. Mile 6 was ALL up hill. Mile 7 was all down hill. Then it was up and down until the mean mile 11, up a steep hill for 1/2 mile. Then down hill, past a golf course, and onto the soccer field where you can see me below heading for the finish line.
During the Boston Half Marathon I had thoughts like this:
I’m going to die. Please let me die. Why can’t I just die.
During yesterday’s Half Marathon I had these thoughts:
WEEEEE!!! I’m so lucky to be ALIVE! What a beautiful WORLD!
Mile 12? ALREADY?
All my running friends: YOU MUST COME DO THIS RACE NEXT YEAR. Someone told me that Runners Magazine voted this the most beautiful half marathon course in America, and I know it’s the only one in a National Park. I didn’t take my camera with me, but look here for more pics.
My friend Susan ran with me… it was her first run of this distance and she did great.
What’s next? One more triathlon in October (when I told my mom this she said: “Oh for crying out loud, my dear child”), and then I’ll hang it up for the winter.