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Fort Ben Half Marathon
preface ended up a little wordy. reveal contents or just go to the race part.
Preface - Last Saturday (9/28) I went out for a 20 miler. Only 2nd time to go that far, went pretty well. Monday I ran 8, relatively easy, didn't feel so good. Wednesday I went 6.6 at about 7:35 a mile hoping it would be "easy" to try it this weekend. Did it but it was far from easy (but it was also about 85*). Thursday did an easy 6 that was not easy then came in here whining for advice on how to run my race on Saturday. Got advice that ranged from "no way I'd race it this close to the full" to rf;dbap! Ultimately also heard what I basically wanted to hear from
@Juxtatarot (maybe others too?) - go out at 7:35, see how it feels, be smart and dial it back later if needed. So, I started setting my mind to that mentality.
So, with that in mind, Friday rolls around, race was in a park a couple miles from work. Went over at lunch, picked up my packet and an Arby's roast beef and a chocolate shake for lunch - why I don't know but both sounded good. For dinner I had a father/daughter date night with my 17 yo. We went out for Italian and I had a nice big bowl of spaghetti with a couple meatballs and some mushroom sauce. We also walked around downtown a little, stopping at a board game store and a couple other places getting our

on. Great night and all the while putting myself in the right frame of mind. Got home at a decent hour, played a few games of rocket league and was in bed doing a crossword puzzle or 2 before going to sleep about 10:30 or 11. Dog woke me up about 3 to go outside but I was right back to sleep.
Saturday morning my alarm goes off on my watch, I lay there a couple minutes contemplating the day and then it's time to get ready. Glop a little Vaseline in a couple places and put my compression shorts, running shorts and shirt on. Sat down at the table for a healthy size glass of water, a banana, and a macadamia nut cliff bar for breakfast while perusing the innerwebs a bit. Then into the bathroom for BM#1, brief note to here, go through the checklist to make sure I have everything and out to the car. Drove to the gas station and picked up a large mostly un-sweet ice tea with a little bit of sweet tea mixed in.
When shortly after leaving the gas station I had a choice to go right and up the back way to the race or left and to the interstate. I mistakenly turned left. Drove along without thinking until it was about 45 seconds too late! As I'm on the interstate, I saw a brake light or 60 and remember "oh crap, they are working on this road all weekend and it's shut down ahead! Mini-panic sets in as there are lots of cars in front of me and about a mile +/- to the next exit. I left with plenty of time but not if I end up parked or something. Luckily the traffic actually was flowing reasonably well and I ended up only about 10 minutes behind schedule. Whew! However, the exit was onto the bypass and while driving along there, I came to a second part of construction I didn't know about but there was an exit just before the traffic starting to back up that I was able to take and then just go the back way the rest of the trip...
So, get the parking area. I had a bag I was going to check because it was a decent trek from parking to the race site - about a mile or so. I had planned to use that as my neurostim run, then check the bag for later (along with the long sleeve shirt I was wearing for the cool morning). With the delays, I decided to scrap the bag and the hoody and just get ready for the race and go - which I did. It was a beautiful morning, still dark and a nice little jog from the parking area to the starting area. The neurostim jog also stimulated my digestive system and I needed to visit the bank of port-a-pots. There was a decent line there but I got in with plenty of time, had BM#2 and then wandered over to the starting area.
Spoiler is all pre-starting area. Once actually at the starting area, I am in what I thought was corral A. I'm stretching, re-tying my shoes to make sure all is comfortable, prepping mentally, etc. One of the volunteers notes that corral A is in front of the tape we are buy and a few of us move up and continue prepping. They do a prayer, the national anthem, normal welcome message, etc. In the meantime the pacers show up and around me there is a 1:30 and a 1:35 stick. I'm looking around and the 1:40 stick is behind the tape the guy sent me in front of. I had been chatting with another guy. He has a marathon he is doing is like 3 or 4 weeks and was using the day more as a training run. After seeing the sticks, I say something to him about me wanting to run about a 1:40 and that I think being in front of the line is a mistake. He looks says "yeah, me too" and we both decide to slink back behind the line - pretty smart move on my part, IMO. Plus ahead of the line was really the "elite start" and behind was actually corral A, which is what I thought in the first place...
So, now that I'm where I "should be", I snuggle up next to the 1:40 stick. There's actually 2 pacers - a guy probably my age +/- a few years and a younger blond. They passed the stick back and forth throughout the day. I didn't necessarily plan to run with the pacer - had never tried it before but decided since they were right there, I might as well start off with them - figured it would keep me from getting caught up in the excitement and go out too fast, etc.
- Miles 1: 7:33 HR 131; Mile 2 7:30 HR 147
First couple of miles are uneventful. I'm running with the pacers. At some point I decide I might have to kill the guy and dump him in the woods. Dude is just a chatter box. I only don't like it because he's just chattering on like we are sitting around a campfire or something - basically highlighting that this is literally a walk in the park for him and I hate him for it! Ok, not hate him, just envy him. The run for me is going fine, and I'm actually really liking his stories and he's offering sound advice along the way - basically mapping out his plan for us. Telling us what's coming up ahead on the course, etc. He's got his BQ for this year done, planning to do the Monumental in November to get his BQ for next year, per question someone else asked told about a race he did in North Carolina that he bombed recently. Really nice guy. Fun, entertaining, good coach, good stuff.
As for my running, I'm just cruising along, feeling pretty good. It's basically all downhill for the first 2 miles. I'm feeling comfortable, probably would have gone faster if not for being in the pace group because of excitement and the downhill, etc. Nothing exciting to report.
- Mile 3: 7:44 HR 154; Mile 4: 7:17 HR 158
The last half of mile 3 was all up hill - and a decent incline for my flat ground running self - note go find more hills to run! I didn't know how I would feel all day but I definitely was feeling the hill a bit and didn't want to blow up before reaching the 1/3 mark so I let the pace group slowly drift ahead of me. They were still just in sight but I did drop back a bit by the end of mile 3.
The first half of mile 4 was still a slight incline, but very mild. The last quarter or so of mile 4 was a noticeable decline. Between the 2, I caught my breath from the hill and reigned the group back in cause the hill wasn't really that bad, and I still felt fine. So, by the end of mile 4 I was back at the front of the pace pack just rolling along.
- Mile 5: 7:29 HR 158; Mile 6: 7:32 HR 147
Pretty uneventful miles. I did have a friend, whose husband and daughter were running in the race, call out to me about the mid part of mile 5. Always nice and a decent boost. Also found myself actually chatting with the pacers and a couple other runners along this point. The guy pacer pointed out that the girl with us was "one of the best runners in the state", she downplayed here abilities but I'm pretty sure she was something special based on how the conversation went. More on the lowered HR in a minute but at this point in the race, I felt like I was just cruising along. I was more than happy with where things were.
We hit the 10K timing mat and I was pretty sure I had just PR'd my 10K but wasn't certain. The halfway point of the race was basically a mini-loop that turned us around and sent us running back the way we came. Also noted a poor, dead raccoon in the middle of the street. Put this mile by itself on purpose - about this point I had a choice to make. It was time to take stock of where I was and what I wanted to do today. I noted that my watch had my HR back at/under 140 - more on that soon. I also knew what I had said above - all felt great. I was cruising along, legs felt good, breathing was good - heck I had carried on multiple conversations at this point and they weren't taxing me, like at all.
I decided that if 1:40 didn't happen, it wasn't going to be because I didn't try. If I tried and failed, fine, but I wasn't dialing it back! I felt confident that I could make it happen.
- Mile 8: 7:28 HR 131; Mile 9 7:22 HR 129; Mile 10 7:29 HR 121
Mile 8 was slightly downhill, easy rolling on a paved trail through the woods. Shaded, cool, easy running. At the end of mile 8 and into mile 9 there was a fairly substantial downhill. We rolled it at a decent clip. I was up front with the pace guy and noted to him that this downhill had to mean there was a decent uphill before the finish, which he confirmed. I started pushing a little, not a ton, just some. To the group he noted for them to remain calm, keep the pace, and such.
For me there were 2 things - one 1 felt good and was willing to push just a little. 2 I knew when the hill came that I'd prefer to have a little cushion on my time. Even thought I mental make myself "attack the hill" I also know they really slow me down and it doesn't take much of a hill for it to happen. So, during these miles, the chatterbox fell behind me. I could here them for a while then actually not so much. I didn't "lose" them but I did put some distance between me and the pace group.
Another note - somewhere in this part I realized that something funky was up with my HR. No way was it really going down like that. It kinds of freaks me out a little to think about as I'm not really sure what all was going on. Some may have been the watch, but some may have been a circulation issue with me. A lot of this was in shaded woods on paved trails. My arms were a little cold and my hands had a little bit of a "tingle" link when you get cold. It wasn't that cold out there but I knew something was up. I felt fine so figured it was mostly about the watch - I hope that's true but not really sure.
The good part was that in miles 7 and 8, before I realized something really odd was happening, it gave me a huge mental boost to be running this pace with that good a HR going. Then I realized it wasn't real and quit thinking about it - mostly thought about breathing - which was also great - and I was committed to the effort!
So at this point I have a decent buffer built but a bit of a climb looming in the distance...
Really toward the end of mile 10 there started being a bit of an accent but much of the climb out of the park and up toward the finish line was here in mile 11. The hill to go up was the "rolling hill". you would climb a decent part, then have a short flat spot (or even slight decline) and then climb again, then repeat. Looking at strava, this probably happened like 5 times. While running it, it seemed to happen 45 times!
But for the most part I attacked the uphill and rested on the flat/downhill. I caught a number of people along here but I also could here the pace group catching up to me - pretty sure they had caught me by the end of this mile.
Mile 12 started with a short down hill followed by a short uphill. The pace guy was absolutely awesome here. He was back with us, we ran the down hill, and the uphill. He was telling us to keep our eyes on the cones at the top of the hill. As we climbed that hill he pointed out that it was "just 3 more 800's to the finish". I don't recall his actual words but as we neared the top of that incline at 11.5ish miles he said something that translated in my head to "if you have anything left in the tank, it's time to get some".
I took a little bit of time to compose myself and get the breathing in order and about the end of the mile I shortened up my stride and started turning my legs over. It was time to go!
- Mile 13: 7:07 HR 107; Final .16: 6:32 pace
I couldn't see the finish until almost on top of it because of the turns toward the end, but I knew where it was and I knew how far it was and I was determined to finish strong. I knew I had met the goal and I still had plenty left in me. There were a couple other guys around me that I had been running with pretty much all day and the 3 of us motored on to the finish. It was quite the feeling running that last mile. I felt strong, I felt good, I knew I had done it and I was getting a little extra along the way.
I can't adequately express how much fun that was. Nor do I have the ability to adequately express my gratitude to this place. You guys are totally motivated and a true inspiration in this process. Thanks for being along with me in my thoughts on this run and many others. It was fun times!
Results:
Time: 1:38:47
division: 16 of 102
men: 125 of 875
overall: 146 of 1726
Next up - 26.2 at the Monumental - #beatgrue!!!