2019 Las Vegas Rock n Roll Half Marathon Race Report
Preface
This race was a year + 1 week since my first race ever, the
2018 version of the Vegas RnR HM (1:47). Training had gone well since then, having completed a couple marathons and an ultra. Weekly mileage averaged about 75km (46mi) over the course of the year. I was very consistent and seeing progress in all aspects of my running. I was setting PRs on some of my favourite courses and meeting my goals. But since the Houston marathon in January, I had a slow-burn glute issue which was nagging but generally would only appear on only the longest of runs. Then over time, it started to appear on 20Ks. And then some 10K ERs. And it would get worse as each run progressed.
The glute issue was sporadic, and I had my best training run ever in mid-Oct.
Ran 20K at goal HMP, and I was pumped. Only a month to Vegas, and it felt like I was a lock for sub-1:40.
Following that, I had a 90km (60mi) week and perhaps that was too much for my glute. It got bad enough that I had to dial-back my volume. A lot. Aside from a run or a hike here or there, I basically took a month off before this race. Mentally I was in rough shape. Staring at your Garmin status and having it come back to you with "Detraining" for the first time EVER was crushing.
Anyways, I had this race on the calendar for quite some time. Also, like last year, it was a work thing. The Las Vegas Visitors' Bureau invited me and my team down for a weekend, but a condition of the junket was running the race. So if I wanted to go on the trip, I had to run. And besides, I wanted to run it. I had such a great experience last year, it felt like I just had to do it again.
So I decided to buy the lottery ticket, and go out at goal pace and see how long I could hold it before my glute or fitness dictated otherwise. Maybe the long rest from running would offset the loss of fitness and my butt would be OK. Maybe this year would be like last year, where I could run faster than I dreamed. So the goal was 1:39:XX, even if it might be an unrealistic one.
This is an afternoon race (so that you can run the strip at night), so that morning I had a carb-heavy breakfast and just kept the water flowing until about 3 hours before the race. Watched some football, took one of my wife's prescription NSAIDs (forgot mine), a Tylenol, got changed and headed for the shuttle 90 minutes before start time.
The shuttle got stuck in the horrendous traffic, and it was looking like we might miss the closure of our corral, so we jumped off the bus and walked the remaining 3K to the start. 35,000 runners in this race and it was just a mass of people. Incredible.
Got to the corral about 15 minutes before start. National anthem, rollers, elites, first corral, then us. Off we go.
Conditions: 20C (68F), slight wind out of the south.
0-5K (4:39/km, 7:29/mi)
Started really well. Not too many people to dodge, but there were some. Glute didn't even squeak until about the 4-5K point. Crossed the 5K timing mat, looked at my watch and it was at 5.12K. It had been reading 4:30/km to me for each KM so I knew that I was a little ahead of goal pace, even after considering the extra distance of having to weave. I was banking time for my sub-1:40 goal and things felt good.
5K-10K (4:43/km, 7:36/km)
Still feeling good. Glute was getting a little worse, but the bigger concern was that I was starting to feel the cardio. My mouth was dry (despite over-hydrating for the prior two days) and so I took a few sips of Gatorade at aid stations. Dumped a cup of water on my head at another. I knew my HR was probably higher than I'd like, but I refused to look, for fear of it psyching me out. After the race, I saw I was already over 160 -- which is generally unsustainable for me. On my awesome training run a month earlier,, which I ran 20K at goal HMP pace, my HR by the
end was only 152 (avg 145).
I used the same playlist as last year, and there was some signing and air guitar when Eddie Money's
Take me Home Tonight came on. I noted that it was further along in distance than last time! Fun.
Some of my work group ran the 10K, which had finished by then, and as I'm running I hear "Hey, there's Brian!", and I look over/back to see them cheering for me. That was great.
10K-10mi (4:50/km, 7:48/mi)
This is where the lack of fitness really started to show. I could tell that I was on the clock and could feel my pace slowing. My watch was reading my average pace to me with each passing km, and I was getting closer and closer to an average pace of 4:45/km. Which is what I needed to hit for my goal, not including the added distance of circuity and inaccuracy. So realistically, I needed to be 4:40/km or faster and it just wasn't in me.
The pavement was uneven in sections, and this combined with the new Nike Zoom Fly Flyknit shoes I was wearing, was causing my feet/ankles to wobble in the cracks/dips in the pavement and it felt so energy-sucking to keep losing my balance, if even only slightly. The shoes had so little support, but were otherwise great. I think in the future they might be my 10K shoes but maybe they're not right for longer runs.
10mi-12.3mi (5:05/km, 8:12/mi)
Once we hit downtown, and turned around to run back towards the Stratosphere and the finish, the slight downhill + tailwind, turned into a slight uphill + headwind. Again, only after the race did I see my HR had climbed to 170. 170+ is barf territory for me, and I normally can't hold that for more than a few minutes. So for this stretch I found myself alternating between something close to goal pace (likely slower) and my ER pace. I'd run goal pace for a few hundred meters and then run out of steam. I actually wanted to walk but, like in Calgary, willed myself into at least running an ER pace. Looking at my watch, I knew 1:39:XX wasn't happening. But I still wanted to PR by as much as I could.
At about 500m before the finish I knew I would pass my wife and my work colleagues, so I got my pace up to something more respectable. I ran by them and it was great to hear them cheering. But 200m later, I had to go ER pace again for 100m. For the last 200m I gutted-out a "sprint" to the finish. Again, looking at my HR data afterward, I can see I hit 179 at the end, and 177 for each little HMP section I ran before that. That's my MAX HR. Got to the finish, and like the Calgary marathon, crossed the double timing mats and proceeded to stop and suck wind 2 meters from there.
- 1:41:59 (nice to see my desperate sprint at the end got me under 1:42)
- 438/16421 overall
- 364/6959 among men
- 39/1112 among men 45-49
It was a 5+ minute PR but I knew I was capable of more. At least I was a month ago. So I was disappointed.
The finisher's gauntlet is huge at Vegas, you have to walk another 2K up the strip before you can get out. And then I had to walk another 2K back to meet my wife at the viewing area. By this point my glute & hip were screaming at me and I was walking with a limp. But thankfully the pain waited until then rather than get that bad during the race.
I failed in my goal because of fitness, but after looking at my HR data, I'm happy with the effort. I really gave it my all. Holding a HR of 160+ for 15K and 170+ for 5K was something I had never done before. Even last year, my first race ever, I only got to 170 at the end, and just barely.
As for excuses, I think the heat probably played a role. I'm used to running in temps of 5C-10C (42-50F), or even cooler. I haven't run in 20C (68F) since last year, let alone raced in it.
Not sure of any lessons-learned on this one. I just need to figure out this glute issue. Which is also becoming a hip issue, it seems.
Next race is the Houston Marathon in January. But I'm seriously considering skipping it. My overriding goal now is the Miwok 100 in May, and I will forego any/all other goals between now and then in the hope of achieving that one. I just need a plan. A plan to fix my injury, and a plan to train the right way for my first 100K.
After this race, I am in even more admiration of
@The Iguana's HM execution than I was before. Bringing it home like he did was awesome. I really wanted to do the same, but didn't have the gas. And I was thinking of his effort during mine, trying to give me the motivation. Tried reciting "DBAP" to myself at many points to get me back up to a faster pace. Running faster for the last 3K is easy when you're planning, but when you're at the 18K point with all your energy on the pavement, it's so much harder. What a great effort on his part.