|Trying to absorb oxygen with my tongue @ Finish|
Time: 89:17 (1:29:17 - but doesn't 89:17 sound faster?)
Place: 16/1069 (Top 1.5%!)
AG Place: 3/28
Since the birth of my son in early December, I've
I honestly had a "Race Preview" post half typed up but I didn't get it out in time. In summary, my strategy was to run the first half at a 6:45 pace and the second half at anything under 7 pace. My time goals were as follows:
A Goal: Sub 1:30
B Goal: Sub 7:00 pace (1:31:42)
C Goal: Set a new PR at 1:39
The night before the race I colon loaded with home made lasagna and took to twitter asking about race shoes. I was going back and forth in my head on wearing my Brooks Green Silence racing flats or my normal Brooks Adrenaline stability shoes. Most people agreed that the stability were the best bet - so I celebrated my decision making decisiveness with a bit of Iowa distilled whiskey on the rocks.
Mmm, carbo loading with small batch Rye whiskey
The morning of the race, I got ready and got out the door as fast as I could before the baby woke up. BUT, remember that colon loading with the lasagna? Well, not only did I goto the bathroom at home, but I also sampled the facilities at the race. Fortunately, that didn't dampen my spirit!
My excitement was almost uncontainable
I think two drops of pee came out
Miles 1-3: Was that the gun? Shit, yep, run! In spite of the starters gun going off a few seconds late, the race started without a hitch. I fell into 15th or so place and started cranking out my 6:45/pace miles. However, instead of 6:45, they were closer to 6:30. Fortunately, someone put a huge hill around mile 2 to slow me down......
Miles 3-6.5: Who the hell put THIS here!? These miles were TOUGH - tougher than pooping after a cheese tasting. Possibly the toughest of the race. There was a massive hill around mile 5.5 that sucked the life out of me. I saw my pace go from 6:38 to 7:15 in a hurry. In fact, at the turn around which was the crest of the biggest hill, I took a 5-10 second walk break. So, the people who say that walking in a race makes you not a racer, can kiss my sub 1:30 ass.
Miles 6.5-11: What goes up, must come down. Fortunately, the race was an out and back so I was immediately greeted by a full mile downhill. I used the time to lower my heart rate, dissect the Wisconsin budget issues and the merits of organized labor, and regain time lost while going UP that stupid, life sucking hill.
Miles 11-13.1: Outta the way! The last few miles were mostly filled with mental calculations of split times and weaving in and out of the 10K, 8K, and 2 mile runners. Fortunately, neither slowed me down too much. For some reason as I was weaving through increasingly slower runners I got to thinking about how for a 10K runner, having 2 miles left is a TON. But, mental tangents aside, I was able to sprint the last quarter mile or so and ensure that I had my A goal - sub 1:30 half marathon.
After I finished, I staggered around like a drunk monkey and tried to catch my breath. I got some water and some muscle milk. I waited around near the finish hoping to see a few twitter buddies, but it started to rain and I had to get back to my car for warm clothes.
As I was walking to the car, I noticed that the race had huge flat screen TVs set up with live race results. To my surprise, I found out that I had won an age group award! Unfortunately, once I got into the car, I looked online and found that the awards weren't for another 2 hours, 15 minutes. I needed to get back home, so I'll have to keep everyone posted on my prize!
Overall, I had a really good time at this race. It was fun to finally see the results of the hard work that I've been putting in. Furthermore, I'll admit that it got me thinking on how this race time would extrapolate to the full marathon distance. Boston rule changes be damned, I may have to give them a run for my money!
Race medal - sparkle sparkle money pot (my nickname in high school)
Finally, since I wasn't able to stay around for my age group award, I though that I would let you use your imagination as to what it could be. I'm hoping for a trophy with a little runner dude on it, but honestly I'm ok with a slip of paper saying "good job".
A mystery award everyone would love. D in a box