The really is more about the half-marathon I ran yesterday than overall marathon training, but in keeping with the theme, let's start with the stats:
Tuesday: Plan 4 easy @9:20, Actual: 8:30, 7:51, 8:04, 7:48
Wednesday: Plan 4 easy @9:20, Actual: 8:11, 7:59, 7:48, 7:34
Thursday: Plan 4 easy @9:20, Actual: 8:06, 8:03, 7:57, 7:33
Sunday: Plan 13.1 hard @7:38, Actual: 13.1 @7:45-7:47 (Race results vs Garmin)
made up this week's portion of my overall training plan knowing that my
ultimate goal race will take place in December (no pressure, right?).
However, I wanted to perform as well as I could and decided my A goal
was 1:40, B goal was sub 1:45, C goal was to PR (which was 1:48:XX). I
ran too hard each day, but it was so beautiful outside last week that I
kept getting caught up in the moment. I figured with 2 days rest in
between that I would feel fresh and ready to race.
Saturday, I sat around and tapered. I put myself on house arrest and entertained myself while Adam was at work.
I did some foam rolling and massage with The Stick:
I watched college football:
I started a puzzle:
And finished it:
I hydrated and hydrated and hydrated:
decorated my racing bib with a Sharpie with the phrase "The future
belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams" and "DIG
DEEP!" along with a few stars for good measure:
ate spaghetti for dinner and a bowl of cereal right before bed. When I
woke up in the morning after sleeping very well (!!!), I ate a
blueberry bagel with peanut butter and enjoyed a cup of coffee from a
lovely package that I received from SomeKraigGuy. I naturally choose
the blend on the right:
drank a mini V-8 and had a few sips of Nuun. In March, I didn't go
crazy with the hydration and had the best race so I tried to mimic that
feeling. We met up with our friends Megan, Frank, and Jeff to carpool
down to the race area. We got there in plenty of time and I felt happy
that I wasn't rushed.
We got a few pictures taken before the race got started:
kissed baby Connor on the head and then walked up to my corral. This
race had about 3000 people and the corrals were nicely maintained.
There was plenty of room to breathe. I found the 1:40 pace group
leaders (a woman and a man) and stood behind them while I waited. I
used pace groups in my last 2 races and had a great experience. They
were talking to each other, but I didn't really see them trying to find
anyone on their pace group 'team'.
The last few minutes flew by and then I was starting my Garmin as I crossed over the timing track.
held close to the female pace leader in the first 1.5 miles and it was
so dark outside, I could hardly see my Garmin. I knew we were running
fast and I felt thirsty from the get go. I started to let her get ahead a
bit as I knew the other leader was still behind me. 7:24, 7:40
kept up the pace for mile 3 and ran right behind the male pace leader.
But as it started getting lighter outside and I could check my Garmin
repeatedly, I realized that I was going to be in big trouble if I tried
to keep up that pace on those hills in the final miles. So as we neared the mile 4 marker, I started to let the little 1:40 sign go ahead and run my race. 7:18, 7:27
5 I alternated between feeling terrible trying to keep up the pace and
giving myself some slack to just relax and run comfortably.
Fortunately, mile 6 was much, much flatter and my body was much
happier. 7:48, 7:47
I saw the photographer and did a one-handed wave:
Followed by the ever-awesome two-handed wave:
7 was good and I started to feel a little better knowing that I was
halfway there. Mile 8 was a series of rollllllllllllllllling hills that
are likely the major cause of my quads feeling like they are on fire
today. 7:39, 7:51
I got a nice quadzilla shot though:
9 was all puppies and rainbows and I felt really strong. I was still
behind the 1:40 pace leaders, but I was likely not too far off my goal
at that point. 7:47
mile 10, my Garmin started to get all wonky and I couldn't see my
pace. My foot started hurting (where I'd later discover I was creating a
giant blood blister-ew!). I knew that I was slowing down some, but I
was gauging it by other runners at this point. 8:14
11 was awful. I couldn't believe that I was stopping to walk in a
half-marathon. What the heck was the matter with me??! I didn't stop to
walk at all in my last full except going through the water stations. I
walked for probably 45 seconds and then looked at the "DIG DEEP!" on my
bib and sucked it up. 8:37
12 was much better as I crossed paths with other runners who were on
mile 7 and there was a ton of crowd support. With others watching and
cheering, I started to begin my countdown to the finish. 8:03
13 was incredibly long. I was so ready to be done. I knew that I was
not going to be getting my 1:40 and even though I was going to hit my B
goal, my body felt trashed. But I continued to push it. 7:37
13.1 was probably the closest thing I will ever have to feeling like I
am racing like a pro. A trio of female runners came descending upon me
in the final stretch and my competitive spirit took over as one of them
started running next to me. With only 1/10th of a mile to go, I laid on
the afterburners. She was laying down the same fierce kick and we flew
through finish chute gutting it out, neck and neck. I gave it
everything I had and it felt so good!
I got a lot of fabulous finishing pics:
high-fived after we finished and I gushed about how great of a finish
we had. Hopefully my post-race celebratory gooberness was not too scary for her.
I eventually got back together with the group--they graciously waited after they finished their 5K:
I was feeling a bit woozy and my tummy was in knots, but I was happy to have finished with my B time goal:
Here are my Garmin stats:
And here are the stats compared to the field:
12th in my division, 38th female, 168th overall. Pretty good for a field of 3000!
we got home, I started to feel bad. Like, really, really, really,
really, I-might-need-to-go-to-the-emergency-room bad. I felt like I had
sudden onset food poisoning and I was hurting in the worst way. I'll
spare you the gory details, but I couldn't really move for about an hour
and a half without tremendous pain. I'm not sure exactly what caused
it (something I ate, jostling during the race, kicking it hard in the
end, too much hydration, too little hydration????), but I wouldn't wish
it on anyone. I thought I had an iron stomach, but I felt like I had
eaten a chili cheese bagel for breakfast.
We had plans to
go apple picking with the group and I finally mustered the strength to
get up and get moving again. Once things "passed" I started to feel a
bit better. Adam and I started heading to the orchard and on the way, I
was able to get some food and drink down which definitely helped.
Soon, I was feeling back to my normal self:
walked all over the orchard, picking and eating apples, and enjoying a
beautiful fall day in Appalachian foothills. Hopefully it'll be a long
time before I'm too old to climb trees:
legs are sore today--like I ran a hilly half-marathon--but I'm no worse
for the wear. Onwards and upwards! 2 more months until I make my BQ