Newport, Rhode Island
Start Time: 8am (sort of)
Temperature: 52 degrees
Division Place: 195/418
Gender Place: 893/1750
Finish Time: 2:10:43
|Jess and me in our nautical blue and yellow.|
It was tough to get out of bed last Sunday. S and I had spent Saturday evening in Boston, watching the Red Sox lose at Fenway Park. We arrived at our hotel in Middletown, Rhode Island, to find out that there was no internet or phone service. This bothered me, as I still needed to review the course map and elevation for Sunday's Newport Half Marathon. I give the Ramada credit, though, they took $45 off our bill.
I had whined on Facebook about how tough a double is. My buddy, Jodi, pointed out that Facebook showed our location as Purgatory. Ah ha! An official new name to describe the two hours before the second half marathon of a double weekend.
Jess and her husband arrived promptly at 7am to carpool to the start. After our inability to find each other pre race in Connecticut the day before, we thought this was the best plan. And, our husbands would get to spend 2+ hours bonding whilst spectating us in 4 different spots on the course. These guys know how to get around!
|The half loops around the "boot". We split from the full right at our finish line. Poor full marathon runners.|
Even though the race website demanded we take the shuttles, Jess and I decided to take advantage of our chauffeurs. Good thing, as the shuttles were running late and the race was delayed by 15 minutes. I really hate it when that happens, but it often does with races that provide shuttle service.
It was windy and cool at the start. I had a throw away and gloves. Jess and I started together and we chatted away. Day two of a double half marathon weekend is rough, and we both knew better than to push it. We knew the course was hilly, and the first mile had one of the steepest and longest inclines. Jess told me to hold on to my throwaways, as the husbands would definitely be parked and ready for a photo op within the first few miles. S never spectates me at races (he's either running the race or at home), so this was a treat to drop my throwaways with him!
Jess and I separated around mile 4, after I took my Vanilla Gu at the water stop. The view of the sailboats in Brenton Cove were stellar, as we looped through Fort Adams State Park. Jess took a few pictures on the run, you'll have to check out her recap.
The views of the Atlantic Ocean were amazing, as we ran along Ocean Drive, between miles 6-10. I kept telling myself to enjoy the view. The wind picked up as we headed east. I took my Salted Caramel Gu at mile 9. Somewhere along the course I picked up a Vanilla Gu and a Strawberry Banana Gu for my next races. They didn't bounce out of my race belt after the volunteers handed them to me!
|Around mile 5, just as the ocean came in to view.|
|Jess took this one, in motion. Can you see me in the yellow shirt?|
|Near mile 8, I had to step off the course and get one good photo. Breathtaking.|
On one side was the Atlantic Ocean, on the other were mansions. Huge, gorgeous homes with gates and fences and rolling lawns. What a neat surprise!
I couldn't wait for the long downhill at mile 13, you know, that same one we came up during mile 1. I had held on to my 10 minute average pace, and felt pretty good, despite some wicked chafing under my breasts. I did everything I could to prevent it, but day 2 of a double just makes it worse. I was thankful I didn't have chafing problems anywhere else.
I flew down the hill, but there was still a half mile to the finish. The beach was really windy, and I wasn't sure the husbands would be able to get parked and be there for us. Silly me.
|After I blew them kisses for being there (again).|
Post race there was soup, water, Gatorade and more. I walked forever to find the food, it was through a tent that was selling race stuff, then under a building.
After finding everyone, we took a few photos on the beach, then headed back to our hotel. S and I went to Anthony's Seafood, for a lobster roll and a local RI favorite, the stuffie.
|Stuffie: clam stuffing served in a clam shell. Thanks to all my FB friends who recommended them.|
We didn't have time to linger in RI, and hit the road back to Boston after lunch. On the plane, I sat next to a girl who (I swear) had the flu. Poor thing. I'm sure I'll be coming down with it soon.
Next up? The Route 66 Half Marathon, Tulsa, Oklahoma (State #30), November 24th!