I ran another half this weekend, and to put it kindly, it stunk.
I knew from mile 2 that it was going to be rough. It was a battle the whole way. The course was much flatter and faster than last week's half, so I should have PR'ed. I should have run faster, and it should have been easier than last week. But it wasn't.
I ended up running 1:57, again. I ran the exact same time as I did last week. To say that I was frustrated would be an understatement. This simply reconfirmed what I have known all along, running is 20% physical, and 80% mental. I did not have the mental game, at all. At no point in the race did I zone out, or feel good. I felt like garbage. But, I finished it.
The one thing that was positive both this weekend and last, was my husband.
P is so supportive of everything that I do. He is perfectly understanding when I ask if we can afford to pay yet another race fee. Yes, he says its ok to pay hundreds of dollars in order to run on a public street that every other day I could run that same path for free.
Yesterday, he rode his bike over 26 miles in order to ride the path and meet me at about 8 different times and take pictures, cheer me on, and offer me water. He was pretty much awesome.
In summary, the race stunk, P ruled, end of story.