Because I’m glutton for punishment, I signed up for the San Antonio Rock ‘n’ Roll Remix Challenge (right before I complete the RGV Run the Valley Triple Race Challenge). The Remix includes a 10K on Saturday, followed by the half-marathon the next day. It could be the full marathon or most of the other events. But I’m signed up for the half.
Why did I do this? Curse their marketing campaigns. They emailed me a photo of the 10K medal and then said I’d be eligible for another medal. I learned years ago I can just buy trophies, but I keep falling for it.
Having two races two days in a row isn’t what really makes me nervous. It’s what the half-marathon includes that has me apprehensive.
San Antonio has hills. TNT training including hill training. Yup, that one lovely hill in the area was part of our regular training. That little practice was probably the only thing stopping me from vomiting after that evil steep hill next to the San Antonio zoo.
After that was what one runner called “Trinity Terror.” We ran through part of Trinity University. They weren’t large hills, but they were hills. One man cheering runners on was waving a sign and yelling, “That is not a hill. That is not a hill.” That Jedi mind trick didn’t work.
I’ve been spoiled by the local runs that don’t have hills. And I haven’t been practicing on any hills, so… this a concern.
During a morning run, a bobcat crossed in front of me. It was about 10 feet away. I wasn’t sure what to do. I don’t like to stop when I’m running, but there was a bobcat in front of me.
He (or she) seemed equally confused on protocol. We made eye contact and then I tried to stop making eye contact in a way I hoped wasn’t interpreted as anything aggressive (or rude). After I passed him (or her), I wasn’t sure whether to look back to check if I was being followed.
There was another runner heading in my direction. I could only imagine my face. I asked, “You saw that, right?” “Was that a bobcat?” “Yes.”
It was actually the end of my run ,and I had to turn back toward the area the bobcat was at. I don’t know how he (or she) got back to the side he (or she) came from. But the bobcat crossed again. I’m hoping it’s the same one. Otherwise, that’s much scarier.
This time, I waited until he (or she) was further away and grabbed my phone to take a photo. (It's in the center, facing away from the camera.) Similar to the ghost story experience, my time didn’t improve at all.
The inaugural Harlingen Half-Marathon was great. FootWorks and all the organizers did a wonderful job. Here are my 13.1 things about the Harlingen Half-Marathon.
I didn't take any photos, but if you're looking for some, search for the hashtag #footworkshalf.
Former high school water girl (really) finally running.