The BAA knows how to put on a race.

This was my second half marathon and I had scheduled it for two weeks prior to the looming full Marine Corp Marathon as part of my tapering mileage. (As an aside, anything that considers a half marathon “winding down” is absolute insane.) I figured an actual race day would get me mentally prepared for the big one – and it certainly helped.

Except, this course was absolutely sadistic.

Always beware the term “relatively flat” in Boston. Relatively flat to what, guys? Vermont? No. This course was not flat. On the bright side, I got my shot at doing any hill work I had conveniently ignored done all in one run!

Despite the evil climbs though, I maintained my pace fairly well.

My first half last spring measured extra long – about 14 miles – and it took me almost 2:40 to finish it. This one, per the Garmin watch, was much more appropriately measured at around 13.4. I clocked in at just over 2:19 on the official clock (and then collapsed gripping a water bottle and banana for 2 minutes before turning off my watch).

Honestly, the hardest part of that course wasn’t the hills. It was the devastating moment when I could all but see my apartment that had a warm bed and blankets and all the Nutella if could eat just waiting for me at the mile 5 turnaround – and then having to run back. I think that will power took more strength than the training.

I got my medal and my picture and left feeling pretty damn proud of myself. I was tired, but I survived. I was sore, but not in pain.

And the best part of any race – Bloody Mary’s and brunch with friend to refuel the body and soul afterwards.