Yesterday I participated in the inaugural “131 Marathon” of Ft. Lauderdale. Typically, half marathons are offered along with full marathon events, but this is a new “half only” series, offered by the same company who does marathons in Miami, Chicago and Atlanta. For a brand new race, it was well-attended, with around 1400 participants. Below is the lengthy blow-by- blow account …. Fair warning!
It was a dark and blustery pre-dawn morning. A cold front was moving through and although there was blessedly no rain, it was quite cool in the mid-60’s and the north wind was gusty-freezing. Well, freezing for this thin-blooded South Florida girl! I arrived customarily early, to assure a good parking spot, then had a good hour to cool my heels (literally), waiting for the race to start. I found a spot out of the wind, and delayed checking my gear bag as long as I could – I didn’t want to give up my warm shirt. Finally, I checked in the bag and pulled on a plastic garbage bag – and it IS amazing how much thermal protection a baggie can provide! Moving to the corral, I selected my spot according to anticipated pace (I was shooting for 9:30 minute miles) and tried to keep from shivering. At least the bodies around me provided some wind protection! This is where it pays to be short.

Finally … the national anthem … the leaders took off …the pack moved forward … I crossed the start line with mingled excitement and relief to be finally moving … and we were off!
I started out too fast, of course. The course took us through the tunnel under the New River. A live music group was strategically stationed at the mouth of the tunnel and the driving beat and jazzy sax pulled me up the tunnel’s steep slope and spit me back out onto the road. We turned toward the ocean and headed over the bridge toward A1A. I had slowed the pace down to a bit more comfortable level, and was now warmed up and feeling great. Now I found myself looking around, enjoying the view, and feeling as if I could run forever! The sunrise over the ocean was beautiful, and the formerly-frigid wind now seemed bracing and a welcome coolness to overheated bodies.
This is what brings me back to racing over and over. It’s this magical time during the race of feeling completely in the moment … just experiencing all of the runners around you, the surroundings, the feeling of happy exertion, accompanied by a sense of overwhelming gratitude to be ABLE .. able to be there, able to run freely, to breathe the brisk sea air and be alive. I feel so enormously blessed, and I hope that I NEVER take it for granted.
The course was sprinkled with a few bands and DJ’s and scattered cheering spectators. It’s amazing how motivating a bystander can be … just to have them say “You’re looking great!”, or “Keep it going!” I know they don’t know me from Adam, but it is motivating all the same to have someone tell me I’m doing an awesome job! I just LOVE that!

I was also entertained by the other runners … I would shamelessly eavesdrop on snatches of conversation, occasionally tossing in my own unsolicited editorial comments. Then there was the one girl who was singing at the top of her lungs to the iPod that only she could hear ….
I had settled into my target pace and amidst the distractions, the miles were steadily ticking away … 6 …7 …8… We hit the turnaround point on A1A and entered the home stretch. 9 … 10 …. 11 … Now it was getting harder, as it always does. But, I felt strong and going into the last mile, picked up the pace just a bit. My legs were feeling the strain, but I could see the end in sight … at the last .1 mile, I kicked with all I had … and suddenly was through the gate and it was over! A water bottle was thrust into my hand and a finisher’s medal placed around my neck as I wandered through the finisher’s chute, slightly stunned (as always) by the abrupt end to the race.
I grabbed an orange slice and half banana from the food spread and wandered away looking for the gear pick up. I was still sweating, but knew I’d be wanting my layers in very short order! I found the gear bus, and retrieved my bag with no wait at all, and pulled on my now-welcome sweats. There was also a pancake tent, and well, I don’t pass up pancakes! I headed toward the shuttle, which bused us back to the start line parking area, and headed home.
Oh … my time? I guess that’s important too!

I finished in 2:01:46, an average pace of 9:20 min/mile, which beat my previous record by more than 6 minutes! I was pleased.
Happy running -- I hope you all have a great week!