Well this blog post is about six months late. But back in March, I ran the my first postpartum half marathon -- the Rock N Roll DC Half. 

This is a race I've run several times before, but the course had changed since I had last run it, and it made the start and finish line logistics a little more challenging than in years past. 

My parents were in town because my mom was supposed to run the race with me, but she had gotten hurt and wasn't able to. Luckily, my dad was on board to come hang out with me at the start and catch me at a few points on the early part of the course before the rest of my family met us at the finish line. 

I did my usual pre-race peanut butter toast with a nervous stomach that I had to force the food into. My dad and I took the Metro downtown to the start line and I found my way into my corral. Lines for the bathrooms at the start were out of control and I wasn't able to get into one before the race started. Didn't love that, but I hoped I'd make it through the race without needing a stop. 

I pulled off my fleece and passed it to my dad before I got ready to start.  The early miles were decently flat and the crowd spread out pretty well on the wide streets so we weren't completely on top of each other. 

It had been a hard winter of training with the massive snowstorm, and I was nervous about my overall endurance for the race. I tried to keep a comfortable and steady pace through the early miles. I saw my dad near miles 2 and 4, which was a nice pick me up, and then I headed into Rock Creek Park dreading the massive hill that would come on Calvert St.

And boy did that hill do me in. I had been keeping a pretty comfortable pace the whole time until I get there. I walked a good chunk of the hill and even when I got to the top, I never really settled back into that previous sense of comfort. 

I kept going, slowing my jog a little bit and starting to do some finish line math in my head. There were a bunch of smaller hills after the huge Calvert Hill and I found myself needing to walk several of them. 

I knew once I got to mile 9 or 10 I'd hit a good stretch of downhill so I just kept trying to mentally motivate myself to get that point. I passed some of our friends near mile 9 and that was a fun little pick me up. 

The downhill on North Capitol Street was a really welcome relief. I tried to just let myself cruise and count down the streets until we'd turn off and start wiggling toward the finish line. 

I liked the new ending of the course since I was familiar with the streets, but boy, they all seemed so much longer than when I remember walking them when I lived in that neighborhood. I kept setting little mental milestones for myself -- run to that light pole, run to the next corner, when you turn that corner you'll get some more downhill. The mental games helped, but I still took more walk breaks than I would have liked. 

There was a bit of time where I thought I might be able to sneak in under 2:15, but I was gassed by the end and I finished in 2:15:56. 

I looked for my family on the final stretch and saw my parents waving to me. It was the best feeling to give everyone hugs and snuggle my little dude with my medal around my neck.