It’s been exactly one week now, but I still cannot get the complete awesomeness that was the Dick’s Sporting Goods Pittsburgh {Half} Marathon out of my mind.
I wasn’t going to do it because I now tend to focus on weight training vs. cardio.
I wasn’t going to do it because I just ran a 10 mile race two weeks ago.
I wasn’t going to do it because I no longer work for Dick’s Sporting Goods.
But in the end, I knew I would do it because I could it. A dethroned cardio queen, with sore legs, who was a former Dick’s employee…but this was in MY city, my home, my heart. And I vowed last year to come back and run this half. Whether or not I still run “this,” I was still going to run “THIS.”
I ran. I loved every second of it. I got my medal. And for you PR-crazy people out there, yes, I did that, too. But oh-so-importantly, I also earned the title, Runner of Steel.

This is how it all went down {and up and down and all around–ohhh, those hills.}
My first adventure for this part of the weekend was to attend the expo on Friday, May 3.

I had to go pick up my packet, but as you may remember me tweeting, FBing, or talking about on here, I just really wanted to find The Fresh Factory at the expo and obtain a pair of RUNPGH shorts. Hence the reason I was waiting in line so early before it opened at 11 am.

Once the doors opened, I burst right inside searching about. I had plenty of time to get that packet later! When there is a clothing item I want, I have a one track mind until it’s mine.
I went past a few booths, making mental notes to check them later, and then, BOOM–I saw my shorts!

I think I like them because they sort of look 1970′s-ish. The kind of shorts you wear when you’re roller skating down the road rockin’ a hot pair of tube sock/knee-highs. Or yeah, running…that, too. I was a 70s baby first, so I’m sticking with that vision. Because I can often be found roller skating down the road in booty shorts wearing tube socks/knee-highs.
Anyhow, I got my shorts before they ran out and two more tees. Hey, they had a deal, okay? And I’ve gotta represent, Pittsburgh, yo.

I looked around at a lot of other booths before picking up my packet. Probably all of them–I stayed in there for at least two hours. Could. Not. Get. Enough. Expo!!!
I walked into the Dick’s main expo area and looked at all the merchandise.



So many shirts! Now that I had progressed to the half mary, there were actually shirts to choose from, unlike last year when running the 5K.
I didn’t get any of these, though. Again, I had already found the clothing I wanted and it was in my shopping bag.

I moved further a head in the area and saw photographers. They offered to take your pic in front of a big backdrop while holding a sign stating what you “run for.” Cool. I obliged.
Behind that area, there was a huge wall full of names. I remembered this from last year! Only then, my name wasn’t on the wall, because again, it was only for the half and full mary runners. So this year, I went right over to it to search for my name.

Found it!

At this point, I decided to go get my packet. Better do it before I forgot, right?!

It had tons of cool stuff in it and my shirt rocked. You can never go wrong with yellow in my book! I was also super happy to get this little backpack. Remember how I wanted one so badly last year? Haa, well, this finally made up for it. For now, it’s my new gym bag. 

Before I left, I also managed to win a box of Success Brown Rice at their booth–I spun the wheel and landed on the free rice spot–awesome! I also stopped at the GlaxoSmithKline booth and left my contact info to enter to win a $50 Zappos gift card. I NEVER win those things, but eh, why not give a shot. Soooo yeah, at work this past Friday, I got a call from a woman at GlaxoSmithKline and I won the $50 Zappos gift card.
Oh yes, more running shoes, here I come.
I finally managed to tear myself away from the expo and go home. That night, I decided to organize myself, get my race outfit ready and look at the course map one more time.

Eeegads. That looks like a lot of area to cover. Was I really supposed to run that?! And 5 bridges, to boot. My mother, Rest In Peace, would be so amazed. I used to have THE worst fear of bridges and would straight up throw a fit in the car as we drove over one. {Kind of hard to avoid in the Pittsburgh area!} And now, I’d be running over 5. Not even scurrrrred that I’d fall in the river. She’d be so proud! Happy Mother’s Day to you, Mommy!
I chilled on Saturday and tried to find my mojo all day. That basically entailed checking the @PghMarathon handle and #PghMarathon hashtag on Twitter to see what peeps were talking about. It calmed me down and excited me all at the same time. I was ready to run!!
I went to bed that night around 9:30pm and my alarm went off Sunday morning at 3:30am. Eeegads, again! Soooo early. But all the major roads in Pittsburgh {okay, not ALL, but the ones I’d need to use to get to my chosen parking garage with ease} were going to close at 5am. I was staying at my girlhood home, which is about 25 miles from Downtown Pitt. I instructed my sister that we’d need to leave at 4:15am SHARP to ensure arriving at the garage by 4:45am. Even though she and my Dad hadn’t gotten home from the casino {look how responsible I was by not going and staying home to sleep!} until 1am that morning, she was up and ready to roll. But to be safe, haha, I drove.
As soon as we got to the garage, I hopped out of the car and posed for a pic. Sissy wanted to post it on her FB page and I of course would need it for mine, too!

I was Steelerific as any Steeltown-obsessed girl would be. 

We walked a few blocks to Market Square. There I would find the corral sign so I could look for my starting area. It was dark out, but the city looked so pretty all around!

I found the sign, couldn’t really decipher it {I’m not just a slow runner, but a slow sign reader}, but a nice lady insisted that Corral E was “dahn there n’at” {I love Pittsburghese.}
Once I knew where I had to be, my sis and I hung out in Dunkin Donuts so she could get breakfast and I could get water to soak my heart rate monitor’s chest strap and go to the bathroom again. There was still about an hour and a half until the race start, but I foolishly thought this would be the last time I’d need to go to the bathroom. Grrrrrr. Not so.
I left my sister around 6:30am and made my way to my corral. The energy was awesome! Everyone looked pumped and ready to go.

And cold. They looked cold. It wasn’t THAT cold until about 5 minutes before the start. That’s when I really started to freeze. I’m getting spoiled by living in North Carolina!
While I was waiting there, one of my FB blog page friends came over to say hi! That was so neat. I love meeting peeps in real life! So hey, David! After a few more minutes, they got ready to sing the National Anthem and then we were off!

Okay, WE weren’t off yet. Corral E was last so I probably didn’t take off until about 20 minutes after the start. So after that, we were off!
I was doing pretty splendidly. Somewhere after Mile 2, I had to pee. Joy. I was like, “Okay, I can either go now while the port-o-potty lines were only 3 deep, or I could just run the whole thing and go afterwards.” I somehow thought I could wait until the end. ME, the chick that drinks a gallon of water a day and goes to the bathroom a good 30 times at least. So yeahhhh, I made the wrong call and just should have gone when the line was only 3 deep. Midway through, I guess around Mile 7ish, I HAD to go and couldn’t wait any longer. This ended up taking a good 8 minutes. Grrrrrrr.
I did at least manage to take a few pics as I was running. Slow runners got skills, yo!!


The spectators were awesome. Only in Pittsburgh during a race do I not worry when I see people starting to climb bridges. They’re there to cheer us on from up high!
There were also tons of local bands planning along the route. I of course had my earbuds in and blaring, but my fellow runners seemed to like the music!
I felt pretty good throughout the race. Right before Mile 11, I was like, goooood grief I’ve been running a while. But at least that was the first time I thought that. During my first race, I thought that after 1.5 miles, haha. I think somewhere near there, give or take, is where I saw the split–Half Marathoners Keep Left, Marathoners Keep Right. I wondered to myself, “Could I possibly have the energy to run an additional 13.1 miles?” Heck no. More power to yinz, and I happily turned left.
I did run the whole time until it came to Mile 11/12ish. Right there was a big @$$ hill. I started to jog up it and was like, “Nope. Don’t be a hero, Cherie. You totally have permission to walk this hill and the world will not end if you do.” So I listened to myself and walked. It’s okay to do it! Look at me learning! And right here, let me say my heart goes out to fellow runner, 23-year-old Kyle Johnson who passed away after this hill near Mile 12. Awful, awful, awful!!!
Not too long after Mile 12, I could see the finish line. I swear I wasn’t sure if it was the actual finish line or a mirage, but I started sprinting. I had a lot of power saved up and just gave it my all. I had been sprinting for what seem like 5 hours and the finish line was still off in the distance. Haha, I guess I cannot judge distances—it looked like it was RIGHT there! Oops. So I slowed my roll, and once I saw that it was actually really close and not just me thinking that it was close, I sprinted again.
I crossed the line and here were my results:

But again, mind you, I did stop for the bathroom for 8 minutes, so here is what my actual time was according to MY official time keeper, my Polar FT4 Heart Rate Monitor.

Not too shabby for me.
My second half marathon has now been logged in the books!
I collected my medal and Smiley Cookie after I was done.

Then of course, I had to compare my very first race {their 5K} from last May to this one via side by side pics.

I notice changes! But still a happy finisher – that remains the same!
My splits were as follows:
Mile 1 – 11:45
Mile 2 – 11:13
Mile 3 – 11:48
Mile 4 – 11:35
Mile 5 – 11:22
Mile 6 – 12:23
Mile 7 – 12:36
Mile 8 – 11:15
Mile 9 – 11:34
Mile 10 – 12:09
Mile 11 – 11:38
Mile 12 – 13:49
Mile 13 – 11:31


Again, so friggin’ fabulous of a day. I loved this race and I looooove my city. I’ll be back next year! For a half? A full? Who knows. I’ll just be happy to be there. It’s the City of Champions and running my race, my pace, my way, makes me one, too. 

Anyone out there run this race? Wasn’t it the most gorgeous day ever? Planning on running it in 2014?