Happy Half-Marathon PR Thanksgiving

So despite a yucky nauseous stomach at 5 am on Thanksgiving morning, I ran the half-marathon. Kevin was kind enough to take me to the race even though he didn't get to run. (There was some debacle at work. An 11 mile run was scheduled for Tuesday for the officers in the Battalion, so Kevin didn't register for the half, then his OPD run was canceled, and he was too late to register. Sad.) At 6:45, Kevin made me get out of the car even though I was groaning that I didn't want to run. And I'm glad that I did.
I ran a new Personal Record time of 1:45:52. Of course I had two goals, one out there, and one secret one. The first goal was to beat my previous half-marathon best time (1:49:45), which I did. The secret goal was to break 1:45, which I didn't do, but so close. If I were paying more attention to my watch, I would have realized that I wasn't going to get there in time. But instead, I'd been looking at my pace on my GPS. At mile 10 I had an average pace of 8:06. I figured, "Easy. I can make up 7 seconds in pace in three miles," and get my overall pace down to below 8:00, which would help me reach my goal of breaking 1:45. But I failed to consider the zigzagging I'd done down the road, getting around people and banking right for the water stops. So when I finished, my watch read a time of 1:46, with 13.37 miles, and a pace of 7:55. Too bad that's not what counts. I'll know next time to stop looking just at the pace window, and learn what splits I need to hit close to the end. I think I can break it next time. I keep getting better, so that's good. But it's also a little intimidating too, because next time, I'm going to have to run even faster and harder.
I think it's possible though, because this course was all up hills from mile 7 on. Maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but not much. Of course that means miles 1 through 6 were probably downhill, but I'd rather it were the other way around. Also running down Peachtree Street in Atlanta is fun because you run though Buckhead then finish downtown, under the Olympic rings. But YUCK, it stunk. All of the restaurants on the route must have been dumping their used frying grease in the sewer because I just kept hitting aroma waves of stale french fries. That or the safety truck that drove up and down the course was burning vegetable oil. Didn't help my nausea.
I've done nothing physical since Thursday and I'm feeling a little bloated, so off I go to start CrossFit back up. Kevin left this morning for a 2 week trip and it was snowing this morning, so no outdoor runs with the boys until it warms up or he comes home.
I have no pics of the event. Sorry.