I had been itching to really race a half marathon for awhile now, and so when I heard about the Inaugural running of the Oak Barrel Half Marathon, I signed up immediately. Before they had even finalized a course. And in that I learned a valuable lesson, folks: Never pay money until a race course has been established. Because, if you're like me... you'll get screwed.
The weeks leading up to the race, I had read a few threads on my local running message board about a monstrous hill between miles 4-5. Great. Just freaking great. Well, I thought to myself... at least there will be Jack Daniels. And then... I realized... Lynchburg is in a dry county. There will be no Jack Daniels, unless I bring it myself. Great. Just freaking great.
Despite the hills and the teetotalling, I got up at the crack of dawn on Saturday morning and made the drive down to beautiful Lynchburg. I had decided that this wasn't going to be anything near a PR attempt. While, I've been running fairly consistently lately and am back to my happy place in running, I'm no where near the shape to beat a 1:49. No.where.near.hmph. But, I was hoping to be able to keep up with Melanie who was running it also and just enjoy the beautiful spring countryside that Tennessee has to offer.
And as soon as I parked my car, the sky opened up and it started raining and thundering and lightning. Great. Just freaking great.