The week before Dallas Marathon, my friend and I continued a tradition we’ve had going since 2015 – we ran our last long training run through the streets of San Antonio. In past years, I went as part of Team Chocolate Milk and it has always been a fun way to celebrate the end of marathon training. For 2021, we both had previous registrations (transfers/deferrals) to use, so even though there was no Team Chocolate Milk, there was still a Rock ‘n Roll San Antonio to run.
We headed down early Saturday morning and had lunch on the way. We chat nonstop the entire trip, so it seems like we get to San Antonio in no time! First stop: the expo.
Now, if you’ve run this race series in the past, you would have been disappointed with this expo. It was bare, with very little merchandise, and even fewer vendors. We already knew there was an issue with the race shirts, but that wasn’t a big deal to me. There is no shortage of race shirts in my closet. But I did want to shop to replace some items that I typically purchase at expos, and that wasn’t going to happen. So we picked up our bibs and moved on.
We walked around a little bit waiting for check-in time for the hotel. Since the course wouldn’t run by the Alamo this year, we walked there.
After an early dinner, we checked in to the hotel to relax for the rest of the evening.
The temperature when I woke early on race morning was already in the 70s. Sheesh. It was not going to be a faster half for me this time. Humidity was 83% at the start. The plan became to just run marathon pace and enjoy the race.
By mile 2, I was so sweaty, my tank was stuck to me. For the previous weeks our long training runs had temps in the 40s, so this was quite an adjustment. By mile 4, Garmin had my heart rate in the 170s. But it was the wear blue: run to remember mile that got me. Again. But this year, it hit different. This mile is where they line up the photos of service members lost. Each photo has name, rank, date they died or were killed in action, and age. So many. So young. And as a newer military mom, I didn’t make it through without crying. Once you reach the end of the photos, you see the wear blue volunteers on both sides of the road holding flags and cheering for all the runners. It really is something.
That really spiked my heart rate (the hill, tears, and heat) so I tried to slow it down some more and walked a little to bring it down. My legs felt good. It was the breathing (humidity) that got me. I walked a couple of times, mostly up hills, and just enjoyed the scenery.
My finish time was 2:13 and I wasn’t disappointed at all. My face was as pink as my tank, and I was glad to be done. We grabbed our post-race snacks (but no chocolate milk) , grabbed a quick picture,and headed back to the hotel. I was in serious need of a shower.
On the trip back home, we discussed different race strategies for the marathon. I had to remind her that San Antonio’s temperature was 30-40 degrees warmer than what we had been training in, and the humidity was extra tough. It was just a training run, and we hoped the weather for Dallas would be much better.