The day for the Bryce Canyon Half Marathon has finally come. I don't know who was more nervous: me or my dad. Neither of us slept much last night. He was worried that he wouldn't be able to run 13.1 miles, even though he'd had a 12.6 training run just 2 weeks ago. I was worried that he wouldn't drink enough and I'd have to signal the ambulance. I was also nervous about him having to run the first 4 1/2 miles by himself.
When we dropped him off at the start line it was 5:40 am (20 minutes til starting gun) and it was 38 degrees. I drove down to our meeting spot (miles 2 through 4 have severe downhill grades - I've run this race before and I didn't think that was wise for me to run down given my knee surgery history) at the water station near the Mossy Cave trailhead. To ensure he and I both had enough to drink I wore my water belt with 2 bottles full of Gatorade. I met up with my dad 4.4 miles into the 13.1. He was looking good - enjoying the downhill and the cool temperature. He listens to books on tape while he runs so it wasn't very easy for me to ask if needed a drink. Occasionally he'd pop out one earbud so I could ask him how he was doing. I was really glad I brought my bottle of Gatorade. It made it way more convenient for him to sip liquids and stay hydrated.
When we got to mile 11 I could tell he was on tap to a great finish time for his first half marathon. We both quickened our pace just a smidge when we could see the turnoff to the finish line. When we got to 13.0 I asked how much he had left in the tank. He said "a little" so we took off. I kept asking him how much he had left, he didn't answer he just ran faster. We got down to a 7:39 pace once we passed my husband and daughter ringing a cowbell and cheering us on.
My 65 year old dad who has only been running for a year finished his first half marathon in 2:14:44!
Success for him and relief for me. Makes me want to have someone pace me - I'm itching for a sub-2 hour half marathon time.
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