(This happened January 27th, I just never got it posted)
I actually tapered my workouts leading into this event. It
just happened to fall into the right place on my plan for this to happen. So I
was feeling well rested going into this.
When I woke up the temperature was 11 degrees. I had thought
it was going to be 20 or so. I look up the temperature in Manhattan, 20.
Alright, that’s more like it.
Todd picked me up, I haven’t seen him in weeks. Along the
way, we drive up on an accident that must have happened in the last 5
minutes. What is typically a 3 lane
bridge had the far right lane closed off for repairs. Now keep in mind that
there is no sun glare because there is no sun yet. There is hardly any traffic
on the roads. Yet somehow this person seemed to have missed the fact that the
lane was closed and must have driven full speed into the big sand drums in
front of the Jersey barriers. I say full speed because the result was he ended
up upside-down in the 3rd lane of traffic. At first we thought we
might miss the race because they had us at a complete stop. I guess we were
fortunate enough to have been there before the ambulance and tow, because they
slowly let us through after a few minutes. (driving over a pile of sand)
We luck out in terms of parking and we stayed in the car for
a few minutes longer before going out into the cold. We decide there will be no
warmup and we won’t be going to the front of the corrals. It’s not going to be
a fast day. They had collapsed the corrals by the time we had arrived so we
just hopped onto the back around the 8000s. It took us nearly 8 minutes to
reach the start line from the gun time.
Todd hasn’t been running much. Which is kind of crazy, the
last NYRR event he ran, back in November, he set a new PR pace for his NYRR
runs. 6:31 I believe. Now he’s going to run with me…. Slowly.
We kept the pace conversational for the most part, there
were some hills that probably upped my HR outside of conversational. The first
3 miles were at nearly 10 min/mile. Which isn’t surprising we started with
about 8000 people ahead of us probably 500 or so behind us.
Because of our pace, I guess I had a chance to look around a
bit more than I usually do. I’ve run 20+ races here and somehow this is the
first time I’ve noticed that you can see the Guggenheim from the run course.
I’ll chalk that up to showing how focused I typically am during these events.
Once we hit the hills on the north side of the park, we were
able to move through some of the crowd and we were able to pick up the pace. I
didn’t have a watch on. Todd had a new GPS watch and at some point said that I
had us pacing at 8:40 min/mile. Which was feeling great. I think my longest run
in January was just shy of 9 miles and my biggest week was just over 20.
It was definitely cold and breezy in places, which for
someone who sweats as much as I do, makes it uncomfortable. If I had a way to
keep warm until the start and then immediately after a race, maybe it would
make sense for me to always run in shorts. (At least for 10Ks or shorter, maybe
not 13.1.) We were reminded of how cold it was at the aid stations, the
Gatorades were like slushies. Todd grabbed 2 and was concerned that he was
going to get brain freeze as he downed the 2nd.
Around mile 9 or 10, my hamstrings and lower back started to
tighten up a bit. Hard to say whether it was fatigue or the cold. Todd was
starting to feel the lack of training miles around that point as well. We took
the pace down a bit, not much. Even though this was going to end up being a
training run, I still wanted to stay under 2 hours.
We managed, but not by much. 1:58:38.
I finished feeling good that I’ve got the fitness to run an
easy half marathon at the end of January. Not sure that I’ve been able to say
that in past years. Let's see where this takes us.
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