memiles--so happy to hear the reflexology worked. Great news!
Geo--nicely done on the race.
kerc--hope you wake up feeling awesome tomorrow.
JenLove--good luck on the house offer.
La4--sneaking out sounds like a good plan. Glad you were able to get a decent run in with your 6yo on the bike.
Race report! My half went really well: 1:57:38, making it my first "honest" sub-2:00 half.
(My Slacker half in 2009 was also sub-2, but it included 2000 feet of downhill so I felt like I needed a disclaimer.) This race runs a course that is slightly downhill, dropping 200 feet in 12 miles in rolling hills but that ends with an 80-foot uphill climb all at once at the last mile. When I ran this course in 2009, I finished in 2:11 so this felt awesome. Or rather, it hurt like heck, but I'm thrilled with my time.
The weather report called for rain and overcast skies on race morning, but when I woke up it was sunny and windy. I debated wearing capris instead of the lined tights I'd pulled out, but in the end stuck with the lined tights. It wasn't nearly as windy at the starting line as it was at home, so I was worried about being too hot after all. I needn't have worried, as it got plenty windy halfway through the race.
It was a bigger field than they were used to hosting, so they had us line up by expected pace. That worked out nicely. When I ran this in 2006 only 800 people ran. When tjsmama and I ran in 2009, about 1100 people ran and it was ridiculously crowded on the course. Today, 3000 were registered, 2200 finished, but because of the pacing it was usually easy to pass people on the trail and really didn't feel crowded. The pace felt a little fast when we started, but I think some of that might have had to do with inadequate fueling. I usually snack on a Luna bar before starting, but I'd foolishly left my bar in the bag that I'd checked. Anyhow, I hung in there and finished the first couple of miles through downtown Littleton in 8:43 and 8:41.
After that we were on the trail next to the river, and this part of the course was the same part I'd run my two 10-milers this year. My splits there were ok: 8:49, 8:43, 8:43 and 8:44 for mile 6. Sometime around mile 5 or 6, the wind picked up. It started out as a strong crosswind, about 20 mph and sometime between miles 6 and 10 it was just a straight-on headwind at times. That stunk. It also slowed me down, with 8:53 for mile 7, 8:54 for mile 8, and 9:08 for mile 9. The Clif shots weren't quite sitting right in my stomach either, though I knew I was hungry and worried about bonking. I was able to pick it back up for mile 10 (8:56), and after that it was two miles of fighting the wind (9:07 and 9:04). At mile 12 the race leaves the river, which we've been running along, and we head up a bridge over the river and over several sets of train tracks and warehouses. The climb is nasty but I was so relieved to have the wind at my back and to be in the last mile that it wasn't too bad. Usually this is my strongest point of the race, in part because I'm usually decent at hills but this time I was basically out of gas and once we got to the top I wanted to speed up but my legs weren't cooperating. That split was 9:14. Then, finally, we were in the home stretch. The clock was an inspiration, but the thing that really made the difference was that a woman who had cut me off repeatedly during the race suddenly tried to pass me and I was like OH NO YOU DON'T. That gave me my second wind and I was able to rally and push it to the finish line (the Garmin reported that last bit in 7:56!).
For the record, I don't mind being passed, but I do mind being passed by people who immediately cut in front of me for no reason and then slow down, almost tripping me. She actually tripped someone else during the race because I heard him say something to her. She was one of those runners who surges, moves over and slows down, and she was wearing headphones so I don't think she could hear anyone breathing down her neck every time she did it. At any rate, it was a better finish than I could have asked for. At mile 10, I'd been having fantasies of collapsing onto the pavement as soon as I crossed the finish line (and thoughts of just giving up and walking because it hurt and not all of my miles were at a sub-9 pace and maybe I couldn't do this and blah blah blah).
Also, I found myself wishing against all logic that somehow my husband would show up with the kids and cheer me on. I know he won't, but I can't help but look for them just in case. (The time I ran the marathon he did meet me there just before the finish line, but he was only there because R wanted to nurse afterward.) I don't know what it bothers me either, considering that J would probably be really excited to see me and then horribly upset when I kept running.
Speaking of J, I got the best reaction ever when I got home. DH was holding her and saying "is that mama?" when I came through the door and she was grinning with anticipation. As soon as she saw me she let out a squawk of delight and laughed and practically convulsed with excitement. It was funny.
The best news may be that my time and pace (8:58) are enough to bump me up a wave in the Bolder Boulder. I was going to use the 10M time and be in the DC wave, but this would bump me up to DB. That said I'm not sure I want to be in DB 'cause that's like an 8:33 pace vs an 8:40 pace. Wimpy, I know!
ETA: I decided to try an ice bath because tjsmama raves about them. Methinks she is a sadist. That was the most painful, awful thing I did all day! It took me two hours to warm up, despite hot drinks and three layers of clothing.Edited by Realrellim - 4/10/11 at 11:33pm