Jacob and I ran the Bentonville Half Marathon this past Saturday.
It was my fourth half marathon and Jacob’s second, but neither of us had done one since 2010. We started training in January, and after training for several races in the last two years and dropping out, I was determined to make it to the starting line of this one.
Fortunately, Bentonville is only thirty minutes away, so we were able to wake up and drive from home the morning of the race.
We had missed a few training runs in the weeks leading up to race day, but we were both more excited than nervous.
Aside from the fact that I made the mistake of looking at the elevation chart. Ouch
Despite the impending incline we knew awaited us at the end, the race went really well. The weather was perfect (minus some crazy wind) and we had never ran in Bentonville so the trails were all new to us.
Around mile 9 I could tell that Jacob was feeling stronger than I was so I told him to go on without me. I think he felt bad splitting up, but I didn’t want him to finish feeling like he had held something back. He had a bad experience at his first half marathon and I really wanted him to enjoy it the second time around.
He was wearing a bright orange shirt and it was motivating to watch him climb the never-ending hill ahead of me.
Awkward race photo time:
I may not have placed in my age group, but I tied for first with myself for most unflattering race shot
*All I’m thinking in the right one is, ” god, that hill sucked” and, “please don’t trip on the mats at the finish line”
meanwhile – - my husband’s all like, “oh, am I running 13 miles? I hadn’t even noticed”
My sister and Ty ran the 5k and stayed to cheer us on at the finish.
Oh, and Jacob finished about 50 seconds ahead of me and we both came in just under 2:23. A 13 minute PR for Jacob and a 3 minute one for yours truly. Not a bad way to start a Saturday.
I think it’s safe to say we’re both hooked on running again.
Just don’t ask me to run up that damn hill.