Good and bad news today...
The good news - the 2 days of rest and aggressive therapy (iced and got freaky with my foam roller all weekend) did my quad wonders. It must've been a really tight trigger spot. So all systems were a go...
The bad news - 1:10 didn't stand a friggin' chance today!
30th Delaware Distance Classic - 15K
The morning pre-race routine was normal. The butterflies were going, but I was more worried about how the quad would respond during warmups than the actual race. I took off for a 2mi warmup run as soon as we got there while my wife got the bibs/shirts. I knew within the first 5 steps that my quad was fine, but I stuck with the warmup to make sure I was thoroughly loosened up. It was a text book day for running - 49 degrees and cloudy.
My plan was to treat this similar to how I treat a 5K where the first 5K = first mile, second 5K = 2nd mile, etc. So I wanted to go out on the fast side for the first 5K, then settle in for the 2nd 5K at a moderately hard effort, then slowly open the throttle up during the last 5K.
First 5K went by quickly. I thought I was giving it the old Sand effort. There was a lot of people still around, so it was fun actually mixing it up for a change. I always seem to get stuck in no-man's land at these races, but not today. First 3 miles = 7:07/171, 7:09/178, 7:06/175. First 5K roughly 22:07.
Second 5K had a few small hills to it so I settled in and watched my HR. 178 is my LT which is the perfect target for this race distance. So I loosely watched that during this section. There was a shorter fella running with me who was clearly racing with me. We had a lot of jockeying back and forth, but I could tell by his breathing he wasn't going to hang for long. By mile 6, he was dropped. Loads of fun... Next 3 miles = 7:12/177, 7:11/178, 7:11/178. Second 5K roughly 22:17
We hit the turn around pretty close to the 10K mark and I decided it was go time. I was feelin' it and started picking out targets. It was one of those runs where I didn't bother looking at the runner in front of me, I wanted the runner in front of them. I caught a guy that looked like a 10yrs older version of myself. Same height, weight, cadence, etc. We jockeyed back and forth for most of mile 7, but he fell back. It was really starting to hurt at this point, but I knew I had something special going. No turning back now. Throw all the wood on the fire.... Last 3mi = 7:02/180, 7:00/182, 7:00/183. Last 5K roughly 21:45
Finishing the last 0.3 was weird. You wanted to hammer, but it's just long enough to where you can't really sprint the whole damn thing. I slowly built my momentum here and picked off quite a few people. I caught one last guy on the last turn and slingshotted by him and he gave me a "great finish" as I went by. So cool. 6:36 pace for the last 0.3 to come in at
1:06:32.
I never in a million years saw myself running this. I was confident I had a sub 1:10 in me, but not a 1:06!! That was the single best managed race I think I've ever run. Teetering right on the edge of LT for that long was fun. I imagined toeing over a cliff and trying to balance without falling over the cliff.
The icing on the cake was my wife getting her own PR at the 5K - 30:24. She's been putting in some good training lately. She's about ready to start tackling some speed work now that she's got a solid aerobic base.