Distance: 13.1
Pace: 8:28. No that is not a typo.
Wine last night: 1 glass of
zinfandel
Self-Doubts: Too many to count
Today marked my fifth time doing the PF Chang’s Rock n Roll half
marathon (sixth if you count last year when I relayed it with Slo Jo). Before this year, I’d only properly trained
once – my first attempt in 2007. I had
given birth only seven months prior and had not yet begun boxing. I was in significantly worse shape than I
have been in more recent years. I ran it
in 2:09 something and was thrilled. That
first attempt has stood as my PR for 6 years, 364 days. It turns out, not training for a half results
in a worse time, even if you are fitter overall. Knowing that I’d have the bulk of marathon
training behind me by the time of the half this year, I set a goal of breaking
two hours. If I don’t do it now, I
thought, it’s physically impossible for me and I should just give it up.
Fast forward to Sunday morning.
My day did not start promisingly.
I was tired and rushed.
Fortunately, I planned ahead and had set out most of my running stuff
the night prior. I did not set out my
Gu because I knew I had a big bag of them in the car. As I was getting into the car so Husband #1
could drop me at the starting line, I discovered my “big bag” had exactly one
Gu. Crap! Well, guess I’ll wolf down a banana now for
fuel. No bananas. Crap!
I instructed Husband #1 to stop at Starbucks so I can buy a banana
there. Halfway to Starbucks, I open the
envelope containing my safety pins so I can attach my race number. No safety pins. Crap! Somehow
all four of them escaped the envelope in the middle of the night. I suspect they were aided and abetted by a 3
year old. So after I got my banana, we
had to go BACK to the house, where I took the safety pins off my Hot Chocolate
race bib from last month, which I (thankfully, though sadly) had not gotten
around to throwing away. On to the start
line. I was late. Pixie texted me that the portapotty lines were
ridiculous. I went straight to my corral
and came to terms with the fact I’d probably have to take a pee break on the course. Gah.
Could that be the difference between 1:59 and 2:00? I hoped not.
I was in corral 8 of 20. There were two people in Vibrams and for a moment I was sad I was not in mine. I don’t
know what I put down for an estimated time.
I know it wasn’t 2 hours. I like
to start in a slower corral so I can pass people all race. But I know I put down a running pace, not a
walking pace. I assume the others in
corral 8 put in a similar pace. Many of
them were liars (not the Vibram-wearers, of course). As we crowded over the
start line, many of them were walking right off the bat. I nearly tripped over one woman who decided
not only to walk, but hold her phone up and take pictures while runners
streamed around her. MapMyRun clocked my
starting pace as over 12 minutes. Not
the best start when I needed to average 9 or better to hit my goal. I get that everybody has their pace and I
applaud all runners, joggers, and walkers who go out there and attempt 13.1
miles. But use common sense,
people. If you will need to walk in the
first half mile of the race, don’t sign
up for a running pace and start in a running corral. Walking later in the race when we’ve all had
a chance to spread out is fine. Walking
when we are smashed together like sardines at the start might get you an elbow
to the neck.
I spent a lot of my first mile composing The List. The List was all the excuses I would make
when I didn’t break two hours:
- I don’t have enough Gu to push through 13 hard miles
- I am not properly rested because I stayed out until 2:00 am Friday night dancing
- I am not properly hydrated because of the drinking that accompanied that dancing (and due to the fact that I won’t drink water the morning of the race)
- I have 2 broken toes
- My corral started slow
- I haven’t been training for a fast half marathon, I’ve been training for a full slow
- I don’t want to push myself and jeopardize my marathon in 2 weeks
- I’ll have to stop and pee
All of these were perfectly valid excuses to post on facebook when I failed
to meet my publicly announced goal. I
was deciding how many I could use without sounding like a whiner when I blew
through my first mile in 8:25. Oh. Crap.
Now “I started too fast” was right at the top of The List.
Mile 2 consisted of this very familiar internal dialogue: “Slow down.
Slow down. Slow down. Shit!
Still too fast. Slow down. Slow
down.” Mile 2 was 8:17. I had not slowed down to a sustainable
pace. But I still felt great. I wasn’t breathing very hard and was not
really sweating yet. I managed to rein
it in to 8:49 and 8:57 on miles 3 and 4.
Just before mile 5, I passed a 2:00 pacer and thought I might just eke this
out after all. At the 10K mark, I was
like “this is where my race begins” and pushed it a little harder. I started to feel it in my legs, but was
still holding up fine. I passed two more
2:00 pacers (either some of the pacers start before others or they are terrible
pacers) by mile 9. Mile 9 was an
out-and-back up, then down, a hill. There were photographers on the downhill and I
was gearing up to give a “thumbs up” when some lady jumped in front of me and
spread her arms wide so she could get her own fun picture. This is another way to get elbowed in the
neck, FYI. After the hill, we turned the
corner and mile 10 was up yet another hill.
I tried not to lose any ground on the uphill and then sped up when we
began our gradual descent toward the finish.
At mile 10, I thought “only a 5K left, this is where my race begins.” I decided I could push through a 5K,
regardless of what happened to my body.
At that point, I started to think I might break 2 hours. Miles 11 and 12 were 8:17 and 8:05,
respectively, largely because they were gently sloping downhill. The course leveled out toward the end of 12
and my effort began to catch up with me.
I decided to cruise at a moderately hard pace until I saw the 20K sign. At that point I’d have .7 left and my race
would really begin (yes, for the third time).
I was definitely feeling it by then.
My face was salty and my leg muscles were burning. Just before the turn to the finish line, I
saw a familiar figure jumping up and down waving both arms wildly. It was my friend Cheery who’d come to watch
her sister do her first half. I
triumphantly held up 2 fingers and screamed “2 hours!!!! I’m gonna do it!” I don’t think she heard me, but the runners
around me were startled. My 13th mile
was 8:23 and I sprinted the .1 to the finish line, sticking with the 2-fingered
pose as I crossed. It may have looked
like a peace sign to most people, but my friends know it was a milestone, not a
peace sign.
I headed to the meet up area, still buzzing with excitement. I had no idea I was capable of such a fast
(for me) half marathon! I met up with
Shoe Killer and Dr. Runner, who had done the bike race. Then Pixie finished with her own PR. Husband #1 showed up and told me the website
said 1:50:45 for my time. I immediately
thought “geez, maybe if I’d skipped a water station or pushed just a little
harder, I could have broken 1:50.” And
you know? If I had known my body could
handle an 8:28 pace for 13.1, I would have gone faster. But I guess I’ll have to save it for next
race. I also came to terms with my fast
start. Yes, as always, I started too
fast, but I was able to slow down and prevent the epic bonk I was sure was
coming. And it helped my time overall to
have a couple fast miles early in the race.
I’ve changed up my race strategy as a result. I am at peace with the fact I will always
start fast, like an undisciplined puppy.
But after a couple miles, I burn of that initial rush of adrenaline and run
smart. That is my style and I’ll take
it.
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