Spoiler alert….I ran 13.1 miles last Sunday. I ran them fastish (for me). I ran them smart and I probably ran every single one of them with a ridiculous grin on my face. I can honestly say that I loved every minute of that race. Everything went on plan, to schedule and my body responded the way I hoped and prayed it would.
It was no secret that Carly and I’s goal was to finish in sub 2. A goal that seemed trivial and irrelevant in light of the horror that unfolded the Monday before. Although we both were pumped x 1000 and so amped for this race, a part of us almost felt guilty for the giddiness and excitement. We both strived to lay everything out on that course and run strong for Boston. Still shaken and saddened by the attacks come race day morning, we pinned our blue and yellow ribbons on and took our first strides in memory of all affected.
The weather was beautiful….sunny, high 40s and zero wind. The course was absolutely gorgeous and predominately flat. It was an out and back course with the start and finish on the track at Kenyon College. The only hill was just shy of the first mile marker with the first 3 miles running thru campus and some residential areas. Once we split from the 4 milers we hit the bike trail for the remaining 9+ miles. We were running thru dense woods, over bridges spanning sparkling rivers and streams with nothing but rolling green hills all around. Once we hit the bike trail we really got in our groove and were nailing our pace mile after mile. I had some Chomps at mile 5, passed on the Hammer Gel that was handed out at mile 8, more Chomps at mile 10 and threw some Gatorade up my nose somewhere along the way. The first 5 miles I was obsessing over my watch, glancing every 5 seconds paranoid we were running way too fast and couldn’t hang on. Our initial plan was to run the first 6 relatively conservatively, ramp up a bit mile 6-10 and then kick it into gear once we hit 10. Did we do that? Uh, not really. Did we crash and burn and go out way too fast? Nope, didn’t do that either. Did we hang on and surprise the shit out of ourselves. Hell to the yes.
Carly and I stayed together the entire time and finished within one second of each other. 1:57:03 (moi) and 1:57:04 (Carly).
1 1.00 9:19
2 1.00 8:57
3 1.00 8:33
4 1.00 8:40
5 1.00 8:58
6 1.00 9:16
7 1.00 8:51
8 1.00 8:40
9 1.00 9:01
10 1.00 8:53
11 1.00 9:04
12 1.00 8:50
13 1.00 8:42
14 0.18 7:44
1:57:04 13.18 8:53 (Garmin)
1:57:03 official chip time
10th AG (30-39), 111 overall
Proud doesn’t even begin to sum it up. Carly ended up shaving 19 minutes off of her old PR. Still so excited for her. Running with the little sis is such a blessing. I couldn’t have done it without her.
More pictures to come…..
My heart aches for Boston. What is supposed to be a joyous celebration of history, a city and an amazing sport turned into tragedy.
I am still in shock. My prayers and thoughts are with all those affected.
Sunday, we run for Boston.
Shhhhh….I’m secretly blogging at work to make sure everyone is aware of how excited I am for the Boston Marathon this morning.
It won’t be televised outside of the local Boston area but if you are a huge runnerd like me you will certainly be streaming it here…http://watchlive.baa.org/
Rooting for Shalane all the way!!
In more important news…my 6 year old is not only the next Ryan Hall but quite possibly the next Michael Jordan as well. #24 dribbling competition champion!
Hope everyone has a wonderful Monday and even more fabulous week!
And as of today it’s officially taper time! 6 days until race day and it was super high on my list of priorities to nail the workouts scheduled for week 11. I was coming off of a confidence boosting 10 miler and was ready to tackle whatever my training plan was throwing at me…
Mon: Speedwork on the mill
Tue: Abs (with a hefty dose of 90s fitness perfection)
Thu: Tempo (4 miles 2 @ 8:00 pace)
Fri: Easy (4 miles)
Sat: Race Sim (8.1 miles)
My sister and I are both training for the Earth Day Half (her second, my first). We both have aspirations of finishing sub 2:00. Although we haven’t been able to run together as much as we originally wanted to given her school and weekend work schedule, we were able to get together yesterday for the all important 8.1 at race pace (9:05) yesterday.
According to my current training bible, the idea behind the race simulator is to practice your race day fueling plan and to really tackle the prescribed distance (8.1 miles/13.1 km) as you would on race day. Not only will we be road testing our gear and tummy testing our fuel of choice, but it will ultimately be our last hard workout before race day.
Bla bla bla bla…..can we sidebar to talk about the most adorable little creature/cheerleader we found at the park??!! A-freaking-dorable!
Despite the distraction of cuteness that followed us around, we dominated our 8.1 and nailed it.
Week 11 mileage: 21 miles
So remember all these silly “D” words running thru my head a couple weeks ago….doubt, despair, dread, death march?? I take it all back.
Given the fact that my 9 mile jaunt two weeks ago was absolutely tortuous….I was petrified going into my first (ever!) 10 miler yesterday. My confidence was shot and I was also coming back from an unexpected 5 mile week due to some wretched illness. Needless to say, “pumped” was the furthest thing from my current vocabulary.
Then something magical happened.
I ran 10 miles.
I ran 10 miles and I felt amazing. I felt strong, I felt confident and I felt like I was holding back vs. secretly wanting to trade places with the 3 year old in front of me comfortably riding in his little bike trailer. “Dude, there’s totally enough room for me in your sweet ride…wait up!”
Although I originally had an 11 mile run in my training sched, the 5 mile week sort of derailed that plan. So, 10 miles it is. The farthest I have ever run and the furthest I will have ever run come race day morning.
Funny thing is I’ve never been so ready to tackle 13.1 and make it my bitch.
14 days and counting….let’s do it.
Week 9 mileage: 5 miles
Week 10 mileage: 23 miles