I haven’t really written much about it, but as a way of celebrating my 30th I decided to sign up for and race a half marathon. Well, maybe that’s misguided because it would imply a bit of cause and effect. Now, I think I was going to sign up for the race anyway, and that it landed on my birthday is just an interesting coincidence. Just like in previous years I chose to run the Angus Glen Half Marathon. It’s still a good race with a good buffet. It’s still a small race meaning that my stats actually put me close to the bottom of the heap. Bah, no matter. I know that I’m happy with the results–especially this year’s results.
Let’s see.
I went into the race expecting very little. I did a great job with my previous race three weeks prior, but I didn’t anticipate that I’d get a new personal best here. I hadn’t really run much in between races, so I was feeling a little bit out of practice. I told myself I’d try to stay with the 2:15 pacer, but only if it made sense. Just so happened that the 2:15 pacer was someone that I knew from the store. Well, I didn’t see him at the starting line so I decided to just relax and do my thing: 10 & 1′s, aiming for somewhere between 2:15 and 2:20. Well, a little bit past the 1K mark I was nudged by the 2:15 pacer and another guy from the store. Hah, what luck to run into them! I asked if they were taking walk breaks and they said no. At that point I was almost ready to just let them go until the pacer told me to just join him. It was at that point where my original race plan just went up in a puff of smoke. Oops. So, I knew that with walk breaks I’d have to run faster than usual to maintain a particular average pace required to hit 2:15. If I was running it straight through I knew that I could afford to ease up a little. I think that’s what convinced me to take on this new challenge.
From about 4K onward we all started commenting on how hot things were getting. Yeah, no kidding. When I left my place it was about freezing, but at that point it felt more like it was 10°C. There was a lot of concern that I’d overheat. I was foolish enough to have pinned my bib to my jacket, so I figured I was in a bad state and that I’d have to put up with it. The other guy with the pacer insisted that I just take off the jacket and that he’d carry it. Well, I mean, odd offer, right? I totally didn’t want to impose, but he insisted. See, this guy has a reputation as being a sherpa for a few other runners. In the past he’s kindly hauled gear while running with other people in need of help. I wouldn’t have imagined that he’d help me out. So, since he insisted I got the jacket off. He got the bib off the jacket then asked for my water belt. I handed that over as well. I felt magically unencumbered. I felt like I could focus once more on running. About a minute later he gave my belt back with the bib attached to it. Nice. From that point, he seemed to take it upon himself to stick with me and watch that I had everything I needed. He made sure my gel intake was timed well, and that I was taking in enough water. There was one time I passed a water station with unhelpful attendants. I ended up empty handed and grunted in frustration. He went back, got me a cup or two of water then raced back to get the cup to me. Nice!
So, at about 12-14K I knew I was struggling. The hilly terrain was wreaking havoc on my legs. I was tempted to slow down and walk, but I didn’t want to disappoint myself. And I didn’t want to let my friend down who was giving up his run to help me out. I kept at it. By about 16K or so I recovered well enough and just kept at it. I yelled: “there is no pain, just movement!” It was true at that time. The pacer was long gone at that point, but that was expected. He had to stay on plan for other people that were following him. Over the last few hills I could feel my legs turning leaden. I told myself I had no choice, so I just kept a rhythm going as best I could. And finally in the last stretch I knew that I didn’t need to hold anything back so I tried to crank out whatever I had left. In the end, my resulting chip time was 2:21:12.5. That’s less than a minute and a half from being a personal best. It didn’t matter that I didn’t set a new personal record for myself because I knew that running the whole damn thing without stopping was a big feat for me. I was giddy.
There you go. That’s my story for this race. This is my 10th half marathon. I know that there will be many more in the future. I will be ready.
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