No one would ever think of Williamsburg, Virginia as hilly. It’s 59.2 miles from the flat Virginia Beach Oceanfront. I am here to tell you this little patch of mother earth is full of curves – ups and downs that never let up. Although there were a couple of handsome hills, mostly the wear on my legs was the constant roll of the pretty little course from hell.
At the finish, I think I look like a serial killer.
My buddy, Larry and I started out happy enough.
The course even wore him out hey says. But he posted a much better time. No surprise there. He is a very patient training friend. I felt strong going in but not coming out. I held a 9:45 pace until mile 6. Speed isn’t my strong suit, stick-to-itiveness is. I was okay with that. But by then I was hungry and angry and had to start digging already. I knew I would finish. I just knew it would be hard. And it was. Here are the survivors doing what we came to do.
I don’t even like beer. But anyone who tells you the best beer of your life is not after a race is lying. The carbs, the fizz. Heaven.
Good things about the Colonial Williamsburg Half Marathon:
- Running with my friend Larry
- Having his wife and my dear friend, Megan there for support and the use of her hot red jacket at the start
- the beer (did I already mention that?)
- Finishing inside William and Mary Hall
- The lovely little wooden bridge path in the marshy woods
- running a piece of the Colonial Parkway
- Location. I love Williamsburg.
- The finish
- the beer. (sorry, obsessed.)
Not so good things about the race:
- poorly spaced water stops
- not much crowd support I love every single spectator that showed up. THANKS!
- the constant hills
- not even one band on the course
- my time (a new low)
- the hills
I am super happy to have done this one. Number 8 is down. Would I do it again? Sure, now that I know what to expect. It’s close to where I live and it’s challenging and it’s a pretty little course from hell.
I taught 2 yoga classes the next day. It was almost as good as the beer. But not quite. (gasp, did I say that?!?!?) I still want to marry yoga. I like this little threesome we have going with running.
Up next: Tons of Yoga, Spring Half (undecided), summer training for Miami Full, Fall Half (probably Richmond). Lots of fun and maybe a little beer.
What’s up next for you?