Dover AFB Half Marathon
Like I mentioned in my response to tri, this isn't a RR that will come easily. I'm embarrassed with how I handled this run and would like to forget it quickly. For as much as I preach about HR, I didn't do a good job of listening to what I preach. Denial is a powerful thing. Its amazing what you can convince yourself of.
We were camping this weekend in a state park 15mins from the base. We had a blast with the kids and dogs (2 labs LOVE camping). The heat was pretty bad in the sun, but was pretty tolerable in the woods/shade. Lots of hiking and hanging out by the campfire had me really relaxed. I slept great both Friday and Saturday night.
Sunday morning came and it was a pretty uneventful start. We left on time, which is a minor miracle in itself with the kids and dogs in tow. I thought my wife was nuts for wanting to keep track of 2 big dogs + 2 kids at the race, but who was I to argue? Pulled in to the base at 7:15 and hit sign-up. Wow it was already steamy. I did my best to stay in the shade while we waited for the start, which was only possible by standing under the planes on display at the museum. This place has next to zero trees. Side note - if you are ever in the area, their museum is small, but a must see. The kids absolutely loved seeing all of the displays and asking what planes I worked on.
My plan was to follow the 5-5-5 plan for this race. Run the first 5mi below LT (178) and reassess how I was feeling. Based on how I felt, I'd adjust as needed for the next 5mi. Knowing the heat was going to cause HR creep, I fully expected the second 5 to be slower no matter how easy I took the first 5. I expected to have to run the last 8 at or above LT and felt capable of doing that (mistake #1). I always carry water with me on training runs, but never at races. I was at least smart enough to bring my handheld bottle with me. I also planned on taking water at each of the 8 aid stations no matter what. I'm a pretty heavy sweater and was worried I'd get dehydrated quickly.
The gun goes off and I settled in at a comfortable pace. We were running into a slight headwind, which actually felt good given the steamy sun (76 at the start, I don't know the humidity levels). I wanted to make sure it was really easy and resisted the urge to pace the guys that I thought were beatable. I'm a very competitive person, so it was difficult for me. I thought back to my triple crown where I had to let the non-triples go do their thing, which helped. I was feeling good, of course, and the first couple of miles were going smoothly. At mile 3 people were already starting to fade. This was a confidence boost, which in hind sight was a double edged sword. Somewhere around this part a younger guy in his mid 20s was in front of me for a while. He started to fade a bit so I passed him slowly. Just as I cleared him, he ducks in behind me to draft and actually laughed with an evil 'HAHA'. That pissed me off, so I picked it up a tick making him earn the draft. He didn't hang with me, which was a mild victory. This here was my first warning sign, but I didn't see it at the time. I felt like I had picked it up a decent amount, but it only amounted to a 4 second diff from my avg pace. All that effort for 4 seconds should've told me my body was working harder to regulate my body temp. But, I didn't see it and kept on goin'. I hooked up with a guy around my age at mile 4 and we joked about the lack of shade - It was his first time being on a military base and said "I guess these bases aren't allowed to plant trees".

Splits: 7:50/173, 7:52/176, 7:49/177, 7:46/180, 7:51/183
I justified the higher HR at a slower pace as taking it easy. I know I can run 7:35-7:40 easily at this HR range, so in my mind the 7:50 average was OK. I was going slower, so I was holding back. Right?! What a dufus. Instead of heeding the warning signs of the high HR at a slower pace, I justified it by telling myself I was running slower and would be fine (mistake #2). We worked our way around the perimeter of explosives area of the base which had me reminisce a bit about old times. The reminiscing quickly ended when I noticed my HR wasn't coming back down below 180. Oh frig, I'm in trouble. An aid station was at 5.5 and I decided I better take advantage of it and stop to get a full drink (instead of running/drinking thru it). At this point, I could feel the heat pouring out of my singlet. I knew I was in trouble, but really convinced myself that I could salvage it by dropping the pace (even more). I quickly learned that wasn't going to happen as the pace slowly erroded and I couldn't get the HR back under 180. I walked and double fisted each aid station. 1 water to drink, 1 water for the head/back. Around mile 8 I realized this was a lost cause. I am embarrassed to admit that I mentally checked out. I gave up. I pride myself on being able to fight through crap (hell I puked 2x at Philly and fought through that), but for whatever reason I just quit. I might as well just walked off the course and quit the race. After the aid station just after mile 8, I did attempt to pick things back up, but every time it was a failure. The legs had nothing. Splits: 8:13/181, 8:20/181, 8:37/180, 9:04/179, 9:10/177
The rest of the run I just shuffled it on in. The heat was rising rapidly (87 and still sunny at the finish). As I ran past the BX, they had the in-ground sprinklers going on the lawn. I veered off into the edge of the grass to get hit with the sprinklers. Wow that felt awesome. It gave me a little jolt of energy, and I picked it up some. That was short lived as my legs gave way to the heat a short time after. I was mentally dejected and just cruised it on in to the finish. As I got to the finish, a few of my old buddies from my unit were there to cheer me on. I was thrilled to see them and was really appreciative that they'd sneak away from drill to come support me. Splits: 9:33/174, 9:25/176, 9:18/177, 0.22 - 8:12/180
Total time was 1:52:44 (1:52:58 gun time - no chip timing). 31/194 OA and 8th in my AG (I don't know the total in my AG). I try hard to keep perspective on this game and remember where I came from. I remember that feeling of accomplishment when I finished my first HM a year and a half ago. I still finished a HM in less than prime conditions. As hard as it is, I have to forgive myself for the 'quit' and remember that I'm out here doing something I never considered possible even 2 years ago. Maybe it's just a way to cope, but it helps to remember the beginning.
In the wise words of tri, this was a big time teachable race. I have to respect mother nature no matter how strong I feel. I should've started out way slower and way below LT. I'm thinking even at 165 I would've been in trouble towards the end. I also never want to feel like I did on this run. Mentally quitting was really upsetting and still bothers me to type it out 3 days later. Regardless, I still need to be honest with y'all and myself. It's easy to write up the PR RRs and keep the bad races short.