Let’s Talk Diva… The DC Diva Half Marathon. NOT my favorite race by a long shot, but somehow I found myself standing at the starting line for the 3rd year in a row. This year was hands down my favorite year, but before we jump in — let’s take a quick trip down memory lane.
- Trained Alone
- JUST coming back to running…
- Delayed Start (by 1.5 hours)
- Incorrect Course Map
- MISERABLE the entire race
- Time: 2:10:15
Year 2: 9/14/2013
- Trained with my MRTT friends
- Race #17 that year
- Improved race conditions and course
- Set a PR
- ROUGH on me and my body
- PUSHED my pace hard
- Time: 2:01:57
Year 3: 9/26/15
- Flew in from St. Louis and arrived home at 11:30pm
- Only trained to 9 miles
- HAD SO MUCH FUN
- Felt just great all the way through and afterwards
- Chatted with my Half Marathon Tour Buddy Jen the whole time
- Time: 2:15:51
There are a couple of lessons in this one and I am still processing.
First – this is just not my race. I did it this year to be with my MRTT friends and for the blinged out crown medal. I don’t like the course (not wine country as much as exurban neighborhoods and some fields), I think they concentrate way too much on the swag (tutus, boas and tiaras) and not enough on runners needs (bathrooms, real food at the end). And the “Diva” thing really isn’t my thing. And that is 100% ok!!!
Second – I am not going to lie. I am SUPER disappointed in my time. Until I take a step back and look at it in context. I am FINALLY (after a year) uninjured and feeling good. That means my speed is going to return gradually if at all. I don’t think I’m at max speed right now, but I have to figure out how to get the best out of ME while staying healthy. And that’s going to take some time. I applied some work principles to this race and graphed out my times.
What I see on here – is that I’m gaining back my strength. BUT holding on to the fun. This is my 11th half ever and my 6th this year. Deep down – I know that just like anything else – it’s a balance. And with each race or training run, I learn something new. At the end of the day, at least for me, that’s what it’s all about.