AM: Shamrock Half Marathon, 1:11:03 (PR), 15th place, 20 miles
When I looked at the spring racing season, I wanted this race to be the end of something with a shot at breaking 70 minutes (as my time from the Army 10-Mile last October suggests). Instead, a crappy month of training from work and travel has lead to a sewn-together training plan. I just missed my "B" goal of breaking 71 minutes, but I'll certainly take a PR off of less than ideal training. I suffered a similar collapse at the end of the Penn Relays 20k last year, yet that effort was slower and my training was better. So we'll have to leave today at a small step forward...perhaps just not as big of a step as I wanted when preparing my spring plan last fall.
I started off this race surprisingly conservative. I knew it was going out quickly with a number of guys shooting for the Olympic Trials standard of sub-65 minutes. But after seeing a 5:30 first mile, I moved up intent on hitting 5:20-:25 pace the rest of the way.
Through about 8 miles on this pancake-flat course, I was on track for my goal. I was picking off new packs of runners and patiently moving up in the race. I could see the next pack 20 seconds ahead of me at this point looking down one of the looooong straightaways that characterize the Shamrock course. I saw a lighthouse up ahead, but realized it could be anywhere from 1 to 10 miles away at this point. I really had no idea. I also realized that I was steering straight into a headwind with no pack to work with. The guys that did fall off and come back to me didn't hang around very long. Drafting wasn't an option.
So I fought like hell to get to the next group, which I could see was splintering, but I felt like a cyclist who had fallen off the peloton in a bike race and was working twice as hard without the ability to draft. I felt like I was moving and closing the gap, but the watch doesn't lie: I was slowing.
I made the final turns through downtown, which formed a nice little wind tunnel, to the boardwalk. It was painful seeing the clock tick above 71 minutes, but I know for certain I didn't leave anything out on the course.
I'm looking forward to more racing in the weeks to come. There may only be 2 or 3 more left for me this season despite it just starting. One thing I can say for sure is that despite narrowly missing my goal, it felt damn good to get out there and race again.
I cooled down with Wiggy before hanging out with Valerie to watch some friends from Maryland finish the marathon before making the drive back to Durham: OK race but a solid weekend because I got to spend some time with folks I hadn't seen in weeks or months that I used to see every week.
Splits: 5:30, 10:41 (2 and 3), 5:20, 5:15, 5:20, 5:17, 5:23, 5:30, 5:35, 5:36, 6:00 (1.1)