Saturday was the big day, my first Half Marathon!
I was a little excited because I kept waking up the night before about every hour or so. Finally, I just got up at 6:00AM. I figured since I was up so early, I could handle having a normal breakfast--Cheerios with banana and blueberries. I get the family loaded in the car and we head to the race, arriving about an hour ahead of time. We parked, walked to the start area and then hit the porta-potty lines for the pre-race restroom visit. I warmed up jogging maybe a third of a mile, doing some strides in the baseball field, and then jogging back.
As I milled toward the start line, I met up with my friend Lou Diaz. We chat to kill the time until the gun (which was a while, because we had to wait for the 5K runners to clear the course) and he decides that my planned first mile pace of 9:15 would be good for him. The gun finally starts us and off we went. Lou clearly wanted to go faster and I kept trying to pull back till we hit the one mile mark. Mile 1=9:12.84. At this point Lou took off.
I stayed put with a group that was running around me. A couple of runners nearby were calling out pace time and they were going for 9:10 minute mile—my goal pace. I figured I would hang out near them for a while. The first drink station—finally! The drink station volunteers were having a hard time keeping up with the flow of runners so I managed to get over to the table and grabbed a cup of sports drink and away I went. Mile 2=9:10.66.
Mile 3, just some cruising with the pack. Mile 3=9:13.48.
Mile 4, the course turns ever so slightly downhill. The people I had been running with started to fade. I pushed up a little and started to pace with a couple of guys that had been in front of me since mile 2. Second drink station. This one is staffed by the local fire department, which elicited better running out of the ladies in the vicinity. The down-side was they were a little understaffed, just three of them. I downed a GU as I left the drink station and chased it with the water. Mile 4=8:59.03.
Mile 5, my wife and kids were cheering for me along the way. Smile for the camera. Mile 5=9:04.38.
Mile 6, drink station…this time I’m taking two cups. Mile 6=9:08.91.
Mile 7, this marks the bottom of the loop (the course is a double loop), so we start to turn from slightly downhill back to slightly uphill. I figure this is halfway and I can push it up a bit. Leave the guys I had been pacing with and venture on ahead. Mile 7=8:55.88.
Mile 8, feeling like I pushed a little too much in mile 7, backed off the pace just a tad. My family is on the side cheering and taking pictures again. It’s also getting warm. Drink station again—this time I take three cups. Mile 8=9:01.82.
Mile 9, now I’m feeling pretty warm. However the good pacing is starting to pay off because as I make the turn at the top of the loop, I am starting to pass more runners—big psychological boost to pass some exhausted runners. Mile 9=9:06.95.
Mile 10, drink station where are you. Was really wishing I was carrying a water bottle in the race at this point. Back around at the Fire Dept.’s drink station, this time they have more staff. I down my second GU and grab four cups—one over my head and three down the throat. I walked through the station because I didn’t want to spill the water. Mile 10=9:19.48.
Mile 11, Feeling good here. Mile 11=8:46.46.
Mile 12, last water station, I grab four this time. I pour two over the head, and two in me. Eeewww, that grape flavored sport drink is a little nasty. My wonderful family is on the side cheering for me. My son runs along side for a while. Mile 12=8:38.71.
Mile 13, make the bottom turn of the course again. This part of the course is a skinny sidewalk, so it seemed a little slower as we approach other runners. Hey, who moved the finish line? Some guy cheering on the side yells out at a group of us, “Looking Strong!” Wow, that really helped, it made me feel stronger. In sight of the 13 mile marker, it’s time kick. I begin to pick it up. Mile 13=8:53.73.
Right at the 13 mile marker, the course turns left and into the finish gate. At this point, there’s nothing to lose so, I begin to pour on the gas. Some great folks from my church had come to see me finish. How cool is that? At this point I find out what max heart rate looks like. This is me pushing up to 180bpm. The clock just ticks past 1:59:01 as I cross over the line.
Here’s the results: Gun time:1:59:02, Garmin time: 158:46.67, Chip time: 1:58:42.7.
Overall, the race felt great!
I would definitely carry my own water next time. Other, than that I wouldn’t change a thing. I really appreciate my family for being such great supporters. (They must have logged several miles criss-crossing the park to cheer for me.)