I'm at the point I hate writing these, but since I love reading them, I'll do my part...
Hokie Half Marathon Race Report (going to barrow Juxt’s format)
This is a half marathon in Blacksburg, VA and VA Tech campus vicinity, probably about one half road and one half greenway. My son is an aerospace senior at VA Tech (look at how awesome my son is) and invited me up to run this with him. By with him, I mean we ride to the start together and he finishes a half an hour sooner than me. He ran a PR 1:44 with 20 miles of training for this event.
Weather was OK. Temperature was probably in the low 60s to start but warmer as the sun came up. No wind to speak of other than what was coming out my ####. Day before prep was horrible. Big lunch at a Mediterraneanplace, following by a hour at the skeet range. It was parents weekend so we didn’t get seated for a Mexican dinner until after 9. I grossly over ate. In bed late and up at 5:30 am. Took two dumps and a third at the porta-johns. Still didn’t feel like that issue was resolved.
Looking around before the start, I wasn't too impressed with the other runners. It's a large half relative to what I’m used to. There were roughly 1200 finishers. There were only a handful of runners that I thought might possibly lift on occasion. Even up front, they just looked like starving, Bud Select nursing runners. It appeared that most of them needed a warm up run to boost their confidence. I just knocked out a set of pushups to set the tone. Sorry if that comes across dickish, but that's what I always do at races and I'm usually a good first glance judging. I moved to the back because I wanted the opportunity to embarrass as many people as possible with my poor running form as I passed them.
This was only my second half marathon. Previous was this spring with a 2:20 finish time. Earlier in the week I had pushed to do a 2:29 half. My goal was to break 2:20 (10:43 pace) even though nothing in the last 6 months indicated that was likely. The plan was to knock out a couple of 10 minute miles and then bank some 10:15 to 10:30 miles. That would give me enough time to finish with 11:00-11:15 minute miles and break 2:20. I had not tapered for this event running two training halfs and 9 miler the week of.
Being a VA Tech event the gun goes off to this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DkwedgEH3gsskip to 2:45 if you are time challenged, but the whole thing is a great watch. About 30 seconds after the gun we start to jog to the line only to come to a standstill 10 seconds later. From there it was a walk to the start line.
Mile 1 9:53
Wow it was crowded. Not much if any room to pass, shoulder to shoulder. With this mile having a 100 ft of ascent and no descent, I feared the worse and expected an 11:00 mile. I was shocked when my watch beeped at the mile mark and my time was under 10 minutes. Looking up the road, there were about 800 of us in the lead group, a couple of hundred of us pudgy guys deemed to have the same time (peleton) as the leader in the cycling world.
Mile 2 9:33
All downhill (69 ft) made for a fast mile. Passed a few people and my heart rate was in low zone 1. It was still very crowded so the passes were dicey and I mostly chose to sit tight and conserve energy. When 9:33 rang up on the watch I was shocked. Three weeks ago this was my mile interval pace with my heart rate pegged.
Mile 3 9:51
The lead runners were now out of sight so this pudgy guy was officially dropped from the lead group. 10 ft up, 39 down this mile. This pace was faster that I wanted to go. It was faster than PR pace and I'm not in PR shape. However, I was feeling OK and the competitive juices were flowing. That wasn’t all that was flowing as the gas started to kick in in earnst. It wasn’t that dry gas, it was that sloppy gas where you hope its not running down your leg. I was bloated enough that I had to trust it and just dusted the runners behind me on and off the rest of the day.
Mile 4 9:45
The downhill start was now in the rearview, 40 up, 20 down this mile. Things clear enough where passing was possible and I took the hills as an opportunity to start picking off people. The watched beeped with a 9:45 and I gained confidence that I could break 2:20. Now I just a handful of miles under 11:00 and I had banked enough time to limp home and be in good shape.
Mile 5: 10:08
69 down, 30 up on this mile as we crammed ourselves from the road to a greenway. It was shoulder to shoulder again and I had to check up on the downhills to avoid running over a bunch of little dudes. Towards the end of this mile it was flat and my legs started feeling heavy. Spent the back half of this mile alternating thoughts between wondering when I was going to blow up from going out to fast and when I was going to crap myself.
Mile 6: 10:25
There was some increase in elevation this mile and it was freaking awesome (89 up, 20 down). I slowed down, but was still running when others were starting to walk the hills. I decided I would push the hills for all I was worth and recover on the down hills and started passing droves of people. Despite this being my slowest mile of the race, the legs are feeling better. I may be a pudgy SOB, but my legs have power for hammering short hills.
Mile 7: 9:57
Finally, the aid station with the GUs. Us pudgy guys need to feed to keep the engine running. 30 up, 20 down but I think the watch was light on this. The fuel pick me up had me back under 10 min pace. The mental calculations were going nuts as 12 min pace had me beating goal and now I was trying to run numbers on what was needed for 2:15 finish.
Mile 8: 9:48
40 ft of up and 80 glorious feet down. GU is kicking in and I post my third fastest mile.
Mile 9: 10:12
Sort of a defining mile in this event. A very hilly mile including an 85 ft climb up Chicken Hill. Chicken Hill looked like a wall, straight the entire way so you see the carnage. 5 to 1 walkers to runners. I vowed to run the whole freaking hill and pass more people than I can count. As soon as I crest this ##### my legs are feeling great and I start motoring. I’m thrilled to have this behind me.
Mile 10: 10:08
A choppy mile with one up and down after another. I remember throttling back here as 2:15 was now quite doable as long as I didn’t do anything stupid.
Mile 11: 9:25
This mile was 80 ft up followed by 40 ft down. Legs are feeling even better and it’s giddy up time. People left and right to pick off. Course has been running .01 long every mile like clock work. Watch beeps and numbers say I have an outside shot to run this event under a 10 min pace.
Mile 12: 9:21
The downhill continues with another 65 ft of drop. Course has tightened up on the shoulder of the main road where it was difficult to pass at times. I’m pushing but still feel in control. It’s been miles since I’ve been passed.
Mile 13: 10:03
Well it’s finally here. The hill my son told me would crush my soul. He’s run this event and shared his story of carnage. 105 ft climb in just over a ½ mile. Looks like it was an 11:00 pace for me up this but I did enough on the rest of the mile to clock a 10:03 average. Untold numbers of people passed on this hill
remaining .23 on watch at 1m23s, 6 min pace
I was feeling jacked here. Quick calculation said breaking 2:10 wasn’t possible, but I was going to give it my best effort. Several targets for the taking. With just under 100 yards to going I see a shadow closing in on me. I speed up and they answer. No f-ing way, that shadow is relegated to the back and pudgy guys everywhere rejoice. Watch puts me under a 5 min pace in the last stretch.
Final result: 2:10:09. 555 overall, 1stin the M100+ age group
Obviously I was thrilled with this outcome. 9’50” pace on the watch. Stupidly slow for most of you, but at a racing weight of 225 and 53 years old I’ll take it. It’s been a long summer of 11-12 minutes miles trudging in the heat and maybe it’s finally paying off. Not sure what’s up with the placement in the M100+ group. Afterwards when reaching for a bottle of water in the kiddie pool of ice, I almost did a header right in. It was good for a bunch of laughs as my hand saved me with my face a foot away.
Now, what’s next:
Well actually I didn’t wait until this week and ran 7 more miles Sunday evening after driving home. Took Monday off sans a 30 min bike ride and 2 mile walk. Tuesday was a 9 mile run and 2.5 mile walk.
Beyond that, I’m all in for the Indiana 100 in 2.5 weeks. Need to get that Burning River stench off of me.