Duke City Half-Marathon Race Report:
Pre-race; I ran my first "formal" workout since moving to Colorado Springs this past Wednesday. The plan was to do 2x2mlies at tempo effort to determine if my goal of running 6-minute miles in the half-marathon this weekend is still realistic. I drove to the air force base where my wife works to use the track since every school near my house seemed to lock up their tracks. I got there, but then realized it's one of those wacky tracks where each lap is just short of 400 meters, so they have a starting line in the middle of the track, and then finish lines measured out 20, 30, 60 meters or so ahead for 1, 1.5, and 3 mile runs. I decide that instead of guessing where the 2-mile finish line should be I'll just switch my workout to a 3-mile tempo, 2 lap jog, 1.5 mile tempo.
I head out to run 6-minute miles but start clipping off 87-88s/lap and come through the mile in 5:51. I step off the gas a little bit but my body is apparently just getting warmed up and I keep on clipping off 87-88s and finish the 3-mile segment in 17:28. I cruise through the 2-lap jog and thought I would be slower for the 1.5, but end up running 8:36 (5:44 pace). I definitely felt like the workout was a bit faster than tempo pace, but left feeling good about my chances of holding 6-minute miles this weekend.
Pre-race Goal Setting:
I had 2 different tier of goals going in. I wanted to run at least 6-minute miles (78:40), but I thought if I felt good at halfway I would try to pick it up and maybe run 5:50s on the way back and envisioned a best case scenario of running 77-77:30 as my "A" goal.
The race:
This was a decent sized race with no corral assignments so I noticed a bunch of old women with fanny packs right in the front (wtf) .The one thing I liked about the race was that they just put a clock right in front of the start line and started each race exactly on time (Marathon went off at 7:30, 5k at 7:45, HM at 8, 10K at 8:15, etc). As the clock is reading 7:59:50, the starter counts us down and we take off on the hour. I spent about the first half mile running steadily and moving my way through the crowd, but was able to settle into a pack shortly before we hit the first mile There were 6-7 of us but I noticed that two other runners were hardly breathing at all, and surely enough by 2.5-3 miles it was just the 3 of us. I asked one guy what he wanted to run, and he basically had the same plan as me. (Run 6-flats til 6.5 and then pick it up). By mile 5 we are weaving in and out of marathoners that started half an hour earlier, but the tempo is steady and felt just about right. I felt I had another gear left but it was definitely harder than marathon effort.
First 6 miles - 5:57, 5:57, 5:56, 5:56, 5:56, 5.57
Right before the turnaround my buddy for the last few miles starts picking it up and the pace is just a bit too hot for me so I tell him "go get 'em" and let him go. He immediately opens up a decent sized gap but I can still somehow see him. We are running into other runners on the out-and-back course but are having surprisingly little trouble with people getting in our way (I think part of it may be that my buddy is clearing the way for me). I feel like I am running just a bit too fast but I keep on telling myself "keep him in sight for another mile, then I can back off"
Miles 7-10 - 5:52, 5:46, 5:47, 5:42
With 5k to go I noticed the gap between us has gotten smaller, I am redlining hard at this point but thought if I can latch back on we can push each other the last couple of miles, shortly before 11 miles I pull alongside him and just muttered "alright man, 2 more miles, let's go". At this point we are also running through crowds of 10K runners, but this section is through neighborhood streets so there's plenty of room.
We take turns surging, and with a mile to go I somehow picked out a runner in green admist the sea of 10K runners that was also in the half-marathon and he was 2-minutes ahead of us at the turnaround. I point him out but my buddy just said "you get him man, I am fried". I am hurting a this point and am almost content with cruising, but my competitiveness take over and I step on the gas with whatever I got left. I pull even with half a mile to go and mumbled some words of encouragement, he in turn said something along the lines of "right on bro, let's finish it strong", and takes off; apparently he's been jogging for the last few miles because he ended up putting about 20 seconds on me in the last half mile. At this point I am just putting one foot in front of another and I don't think I remember a single thing from the last 2 minutes of the race. I do remember shortly after I crossed the finish I was overcome with this immense urge to barf, but somehow managed not to.
Last 3 miles - 5:39 - 5:44 - 5:41 - 50 (garmin split for 0.13)
Final Stats - 76:39 - 6th place. Beat my "A" goal by 21 seconds. Averaged about 2 seconds/mi faster than my 5K last week.
Most online calculators I use converted this performance to about 73:30-74:00 at sea level, so I am finally feeling like I am within striking distance of my old form, but mostly it just felt good to get out there and execute a pre-race plan perfectly and manage to redline it for 6-7 miles and hold onto a pace that I had trouble holding for more than 2-3 miles just a couple of weeks ago.