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Today was the Wilmington Half Marathon. It was unseasonally hot, which was tough, but I soldiered through. I finished 48th overall (out of 214), and 7th in my age group (out of 30), so not a bad showing. Still, less than a minute improvement over my first half.
These are the shoes I ran in:
Or rather, they're my original pair of 580s. I ran those into the ground, and got a new pair on eBay (because New Balance seems to have discontinued that pattern). They've been good to me, and they're what my feet are used to (and they're *so* fabulous), so they're what I wanted to event in. BUT. I did a 6-miler in the new 580s on Friday, but this was the first long run I've done in them.
Don't run 13 miles in new shoes:
The right heel was as badly blistered/scraped raw, just not bloody. OTOH, they didn't hurt until I got in the shower.
So that was tactical error #1. Tactical error #2 came at the mile 12 water station. I was running with a bottle of Gatorade, so I'd been taking the water from the water stations and dumping on myself for cooling. Except at mile 12, they were handing out Gatorade. Which I dumped all over myself. So I finished the race sticky and vaguely lemon-lime flavored. At least it wasn't at the beginning.
These are the shoes I ran in:
Or rather, they're my original pair of 580s. I ran those into the ground, and got a new pair on eBay (because New Balance seems to have discontinued that pattern). They've been good to me, and they're what my feet are used to (and they're *so* fabulous), so they're what I wanted to event in. BUT. I did a 6-miler in the new 580s on Friday, but this was the first long run I've done in them.
Don't run 13 miles in new shoes:
The right heel was as badly blistered/scraped raw, just not bloody. OTOH, they didn't hurt until I got in the shower.
So that was tactical error #1. Tactical error #2 came at the mile 12 water station. I was running with a bottle of Gatorade, so I'd been taking the water from the water stations and dumping on myself for cooling. Except at mile 12, they were handing out Gatorade. Which I dumped all over myself. So I finished the race sticky and vaguely lemon-lime flavored. At least it wasn't at the beginning.
