A wild weekend of racing
Mentally I was moving on from 10K racing early last week due to weather conditions, but model disagreement first reared its head sometime Wednesday. The cold front that whipped through our area was a nasty one, but it slowed enough for me to squeeze in the race before skipping town before lunch. Friday's forecast held firm - around 50 degrees with scattered showers (that stayed away from the race). We actually got some sun peaks too. But the reason I was treating it more as a workout than a race also held true, the wind was steady about 15-20 with bursts quite a bit higher and 2 1/2 miles of this race would be dead into it the whole way.
New morning routine went off without a hitch - coffee + bagel w/honey + oatmeal + banana at 5 am, mile plus stroll around the hood at 5:45, morning business round 1 + shower then out the door at 6:30 with a real warm up at 7 once arriving followed by round 2 for the 7:30 race. I chose a sleeveless, shorts with compression lining inside, and regular short socks. We wouldn't turn into the wind until mile 2.5, so I'd have time to get warm enough to deal with the headwind. I left my throw away clothes in a bush about 100 yards from the start/finish 5 mins before the gun - this is a popular tourist area but not at 7:30-8 in the morning so I felt good about them still being there post race.
Miles 1 and 2 - 6:00/6:15
With this stretch almost entirely down wind I really just focused on not going
too fast. I didn't want to get to the turnaround with an already uncomfortable effort because I knew the next stretch would tax every ounce of energy. Mile 2 was a little slower than I wanted though. I settled into 5th relatively quickly, but unfortunately the pack of two right in front of me took the 5K turnaround and the other tupac had already separated themselves. With hind sight maybe I should have surged to get within striking distance of the other two because I think not having that leash to grab onto aided in my slowing. Thankfully they had a clock at mile 2, so I knew how much slower it was (I'm not a pace watcher during short races) so I started turning the feet over a little more furiously before we hit the turnaround.
Miles 3, 4, and 5 - 6:04/6:31/6:29, the headwind
The strava pace graph supports how I felt mile 3 - when I saw the mile 2 split I sped up the cadence a little bit then I started to drive my arms and legs more once turning back into the wind. Running back into the other runners certainly helped too. Their words of encouragement and chorus of thumbs ups aided in overcoming mother nature. Unfortunately the number of runners started to thin out once into mile 4 and the two that had separated themselves from me? They were doing the 15K (yes, 3 races in one) and kept going down the road. I didn't know how far behind #2 was, but I knew it was quite a bit. I don't know if I could have gone much faster miles 4 and 5 had the situation been different (competition, spectators, etc.) as that wind was something else, but I know lacking those elements didn't help. I could feel the energy just being sucked out of me, so mentally I decided to treat it as a 5 mile race. I knew the 5 mile mark was at a down hill turning away from the wind and that the remaining stretches into the head wind were of the 30-45 second variety. I figured/hoped I'd find an unexpected burst once I got out of the wind tunnel and even if I don't I've not done any long striding so worst case I can just extend the stride and use my hips to get me through the final mile plus.
Mile 6."2" - 6:05/5:44, enjoying the eventual win
Initially I wasn't happy about not finding that extra burst, but looking back - it tells me I really did maximize what I could get out of miles 4 and 5. This finish was all mid section - core and hips. My legs had nothing and my breathing was a mess - that cold I'd been battling all week + that headwind. But because I was all short cadence to that point my mid section had a lot left in it. It also helped catching up to the run/walkers in the 5K too, getting some spectator encouragement again. As I often do towards the end of races I turned off my music and jammed my headphones into my pocket to maximize enjoyment of the finish.
Official time - 39:32 and good enough for an overall win, everyone's gps was a little wonkey near the start/finish area so we all had different distances post race but they were all between 6.35 and 6.4 - mine was 6.37. But my A goal of sub 37 wasn't happening with that environment yesterday even if it was 6.2 - I'd have been a little over 38. I probably still would have been short in ideal conditions with competition, but I think it'd have been close.
But this weekend was just beginning
No time to sit back and enjoy the win. We have to get out of town before this cold front sweeps through because my wife is popping her marathon cherry tomorrow morning! We ran into some of those scattered showers I mentioned earlier on the two plus hour drive down to Columbus, but we left the worst of it behind us. This is the same marathon I ran 2 years ago to really symbolize my beginning as an endurance runner and we again stayed at my friend's house about 5 miles from the start line. Slightly different experience hanging out vs. race prep though. I brought a 12 beer variety pack as a thanks for the hospitality, which we took care of over dinner. Then my wife retreated into her pre-race routine while we ubered to a local dive to meet up with a few others. I had set an end time for the night's festivities, but not a drink limit. My hope was that end time would be enough to cut me off before things went south (narrator: he was wrong). I had a read text message at 12:07 and an unread text at 12:46, so the night ended sometime in that timeframe. In either event the 4:45 alarm was probably about 6 hours too early for the amount of booze consumed. Lord help me I just can't drink like I used to.
I was a mess and knew I was a mess, but also knew I had kind of an important job that day. So I mowed down more food than I knew I could handle, basically forcing myself to throw up all of the night prior's bad decisions, took a long shower, and popped 4 advil. Let's rock. We were better prepared for the commute this time, avoiding the gridlock, taking back roads and getting settled about a half mile from the start/finish line at 6:30 for the 7:30 gun. We took our time getting read from here then walked my wife to the starting area around 7, so she'd have plenty of time to take care of the morning business. My original plan had me running to mile 3, catching her here, mile 6 on the way back, then running to mile 10, 22, and the finish. I had calculated about 8-10 miles of running. But after the night before, that wasn't happening. As soon as we left my wife at the line I turned to my buddy and his wife and admitted how bad a shape I was in - and they said they weren't much better. He runs (some), but she doesn't so I stuck with them as we slowly puttered around downtown.
Her surprise
Mile 10 was an important one because my in-laws and I had concocted a surprise plan for her months ago. Best to her knowledge, I was the only one at the race. I wasn't. But instead of running around the early miles I took the 2 mile walk with my friends full of portopotty stops (fresh ones! that weren't so fresh after we were done with them) and panera. We rendezvous with her parents and she's about a mile out. We found a spot just around a corner for them to wait and I went about 100 yards ahead to make sure I find her and guide her to her parents. It went as expected - full of tears of pride from all involved. Oh those emotional irish folks, love em. About this time I started feeling human again and was also informed her godparents would be around mile 17. So I came up with a new plan on the fly and said to them I'll meet you all at the finish line and will keep you updated with her progress on the course.
My workout for the day
There are just enough turns on the course between here and mile 17 (but it's almost all due north) that if I can meander my way through the course and the crowds I can get there in front of her so long as last night doesn't catch up to me again. I had to channel 10 year old me that used to play way too much frogger on 4 different occasions but I got through the worst of it and was in striking distance if I could pick up the pace. Thankfully the toxins had been defeated and I was able to churn out a 7:16 mile plus as I hunted her down. I unknowingly missed her godparents as they had moved closer to mile 16, but as it turns out she needed me anyway - specifically, she needed what I was wearing on my hands. For the most part she made good clothing decisions, but she had made one mistake - ditching her throw away gloves too early. A tech that just covered her shoulders with compression shorts + socks was enough for everything but her hands, which had been freezing since she turned into the wind mile 11. So I gave her my gloves and she was on her way, still on pace for her 3:55 A goal -
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10106108157590230&set=a.10100689863699620&type=3&theater&notif_t=feedback_reaction_generic&notif_id=1540130994400405.
Unfortunately and fortunately now that her hand problem had been resolved she soon realized that her hips and hamstrings were not in good shape. Now that her mind was away from the primary discomfort the real problems started to creep up. Remembering my implosion from two years prior she backed things off quickly. Jog to a water stop, start walking 100 yards prior - through it - then another 100 yards after, then get to the next one. This continued all the way from here until we would see her again at mile 22. This spot was where I made way to where I met up with another friend of ours that veterans from here may remember played a vital and hilarious role in getting me to the finish line two years ago -
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10103839526809500&set=pb.20905504.-2207520000.1540217425.&type=3&theater.
My buddy's wife had asked me earlier in the day if I was nervous for her and I honestly answered "no, and to be honest this is the first time I've really even thought about it." She did everything she was supposed to in her training plan, including both failing at workouts and over coming them. My only concerns involved the unknown - what would her body do beyond mile 20. And that's when the nervousness finally settled in. Sitting there with My Good Samaritan at mile 22 having no clue of what to expect whenever she arrived to that mile marker. The only thing we knew at that point was she had slowed down. And to our surprise she turned the corner towards us in great spirits, she handed my gloves back to me and said 'these were a lifesaver' and "my hips and hamstrings are not happy, but they're not worse than they were at mile 18" and she went on her way. That was the moment I knew she was going to make it. And she continued the same run/walk approach all the way through mile 25.
So My Good Samaritan and I made our way to the finish line. Her splitting to go to the line and me to the van to retrieve her post race bag full of warm clothes so she does not have to deal with what I dealt with post race in April. I'm glad that I was the one that endured the trifecta of cramping, out of fuel, and core temperature drop and not her. We were better prepared this time. I got to the van and finally turned off my strava to see 11.8 miles of chasing. Not a bad MLR day, huh? I walked with the bag to the line where I met up with everyone mentioned to this point only to look up and see her firing into the finish -
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10106680231968504&set=pcb.10106680233465504&type=3&theater. Given what she did miles 18-22 I thought I had another 10 mins or so, but boy did she prove me wrong. What a ####### warrior.
So, a race win, a 4:09 debut marathon, countless beers, a 4 hour alcohol infused nap with a pre race vomit session, roughly 22 total miles ran, and more than a marathon if you include walking later...it was one wild racing weekend. One neither of us will ever forget.