A group from our 50-States running club met in the hotel lobby at 7:15 AM and we walked across the street to a bridge spanning the Mississippi River for a group photo before continuing on to the start line down on Shepard Blvd along the river.
|Fellow members of the 50 States Half Marathon Club|
We got to the start line area just in time to see the in-line skaters queue up and then start their half marathon. Now there's the perfect way to do a race! I bet that would be tons of fun! They let the elite skaters start first, then a couple of minutes later they started the rest of the skater pack. Because the route headed east before turning around at the 2 mile marker and continuing back west, the lead pack of skaters passed right by us where we stood, waiting for the wave of runners to start. They were fast! Like watching the speed ice skaters in the winter olympics!
By the time we were turned loose on the race course, it was close to 8:00 AM and the sun was getting high in the sky. The route took us northeast on Shepard, along the Mississippi River, then turned us back the other way a little past mile 2. We ran past the start line and then continued along Shepard going southwest.
|Race route... data from my Garmin GPS watch|
There was no shade on the course and once we passed the start line area going the other way, our view of the river disappeared behind trees and small hills and buildings. There were a few hills along the way, and the outbound leg seemed to have a net increase in elevation but of course that gave us a reciprocating net decrease as we headed toward the finish line.
By mile 9, which was the turnaround point, it was truly getting very hot with not a wisp of a breeze, and the sun shining down on us was relentless! I couldn't recall running a race hotter than this one was. I was mostly walking at this point but did manage to muster short stretches of running on the downhill sections which kept my overall pace faster than it would have been had I been only walking.
The water stations, thankfully, were about a mile apart along this stretch, and they were very welcomed! I drank more water and Gatorade than usual during a race and I thanked all of the volunteers for being out there for us!
The finish line was nearly deserted, save for the gals giving out the medals and the finisher's chute was very long, probably for the skaters to decelerate, but it meant a very long walk to get to where the water and snacks were. When I got to the end of the chute, I was disappointed to see that volunteers were already dismantling the finisher's food tent even though there was still more than 45 minutes remaining on the race clock. Very tacky! I knew there were still quite a few runners/walkers still out on the course.
But I was able to grab a banana and a bag of chips before walking back toward my hotel. A big group of us got stopped by a very long, very slow train and were unable to get across the railroad tracks for a few minutes, only to then be faced with a huge set of stairs - several tiers - to get up to the Kellogg Street level. Ugh!
Overall, it was a mediocre race, efficiently organized but not memorable and not one I'd return to, but it did get me the state of Minnesota and nice finisher medal:
After the race, I stopped at the Starbucks in the hotel lobby, grabbed a cappuccino, and then headed for my room to rest, cool off, eat a snack. At 3:30 that afternoon, I was being picked up by a good friend and his family to go out for some good BBQ and Famous Dave's. We had a great meal, and some other folks who live in the area showed up as well, people I know from the motorcycling community.
After dinner my friend took me for a quick driving tour of the city, since he grew up in St. Paul. He showed me some of the beautiful old neighborhoods up on the hill, the cathedral, the capitol building, and had many stories to tell about growing up in this area. It was very pleasant and relaxing to let him drive and talk about the city.
They dropped me off at the hotel but before going to my room, I ducked into the bar to have a celebratory glass of wine by myself. It's become a bit of a little tradition for me. I just sit and sip and relive the race in my mind, review the high points of the day, and think about how fortunate I am to be able to do this, to run and travel, and see so much of our country.
I know that I am one lucky old lady to still have my health when so many men and women my age struggle with serious health issues.
Here's what the 50 States map looks like now:
Next up: A drive to Casper WY for another half marathon, and then a few days spent with some of my fellow IBA members at the Biannual IBA Meet in Denver!