I’m going to start this race report off by tell you the single most important lesson I learned during the race. I. Hate. Running. In. The. Heat! Seriously, hate it. Training at dawn/dusk is great to get me to actually train, but not so great at prepping me for actual race conditions.
This is how the race went-
Due to predicted traffic to park, we arrived there by about
6 (race started at 7). I waited in the car for about 10 minutes then decide to
let Mike continue napping while I ran to the bathrooms. On the way back to the car I ran into Heather, a girl from my ASL
class who was doing the 10K. I wished her and her sister good luck and headed
off to get Mike so we could meet up to take my very first Half Fanatics group
picture!!
As you can see, only three of us met, but through the
Facebook group after the race I saw that at least three or four others were
there as well.
They were both smart
and headed to the bathrooms. I decided I didn't need to go since I had just
gone a half hour before, so I went to try to find the 2:30 pacer. Then I
decided I actually did have to pee, but the line was soooooo long that I
decided to head back to the start and forget about it. Mike advised that I
shouldn't start the race having to pee (duh!), but I knew I was not going to
keep pace with out the pacer. This was the first race I was running with my
phone (I use the Nike app to track/pace) in my belt, not on my arm. I knew I
was not going to get it out of there to check on progress so starting with the
pacer was really important to me whether I had to pee or not. (This would later
be revealed not to matter one darn bit)
I got back to the start and started right behind the 2:20
pacer and was really excited to finish this half under 2:30. (Note- my goal was
2:20, but given the heat and humidity I dropped that back race morning) The
race started and oddly went through the parking lot of the Naval Academy
Stadium for about a quarter mile, but it didn't really bottle neck, which was a
nice change for a race start.
How I was hoping the rest of the race would go at worst- I
kept up with the 2:20 pace group until about mile 7 then slowed down a bit,
took some walking breaks, and finished right behind the 2:30 pacer.
How it actually went- By mile TWO the heat had sucked out my
will to live finish this with any speed. By mile 3 the 2:30 pace group
had passed me and before mile 4 I had decided there was no way I was running up
any more damn hills and I would be walking up those suckers. Oh, also by mile 2
I had decided I was going to only do the 10K.
During the second mile the race ran down Main Street, which
I LOVE!!
Since I haven’t been taking pictures during races, I was
going to find a beautiful picture of Main St, but I can’t find one that doesn't
have a million cars, faces the water, and is during the day… so if you've never
been- Google it. Better yet, go! You’ll love
it and never want to leave!
It was beautiful running towards the water past all those
wonderful stores and restaurants. Except I was totally thinking “if one of
these bars were open I would be quitting now and calling Mike to meet me here.”
I was so motivated. Then I saw my absolute favorite diner coming up and literally
made my way to the right side of the street, closer to it and contemplated
stopping. I had to pee, I wanted a crab omelet and a milkshake, and you can’t
make me finish darn it! Hmm… wrong… I kept going. I considered this a very high
point in the self-control department.
By the time I saw Mike right around mile 4, right before the
dreaded bridge, I was walking up a wimpy hill hating life. I probably looked so
pathetic and miserable I would not have blamed him if he had just decided to go
home. I wouldn't have been thrilled to see me again after that… also he had to
have realized at that point that he could just toss out the paper I had given
him with my expected times at each point and expect to wait an eternity for me
to finish. For some reason he did not
leave and I he even ran the last ¾ of a mile with me. Best husband ever. J
Elevation chart
Looking at it before the race
thought- “eh, yeah it’s hilly, but nothing too bad.”
Looking at it after the
race thought- “the horror.”
Heat does mean things to you dude!
Anyway, the 10K turnaround point was in the middle of the
bridge. As I said, by mile 2 I had decided I was only doing the 10K, so I was
getting excited- the end is in sight. Then all of a sudden- bye bye turnaround
point, hello second half of bridge. What the what? You missed the turnaround
point dumby, TURN YOUR BUTT AROUND!! TURN AROUND!!!
Well apparently a different part of my brain and made the decision that I knew I would be mad at myself for DNFing the race I signed up for and told my body to keep going. All I have to say to that part of my brain is “you are a jackhole and I hate you,” but nonetheless I had passed the turnaround point and was headed down hill on the bridge and was not going back up it at that point.
To compromise between the two parts of my brain I decided that if I was finishing this darn thing I was stopping to use the bathroom at the next aid station. There were fabulously no lines. I waited for one person to get out and then it was my turn. Out of all races I have done over 5K, I had never seen NO line for the port-a-potty. It was magical.
Well apparently a different part of my brain and made the decision that I knew I would be mad at myself for DNFing the race I signed up for and told my body to keep going. All I have to say to that part of my brain is “you are a jackhole and I hate you,” but nonetheless I had passed the turnaround point and was headed down hill on the bridge and was not going back up it at that point.
To compromise between the two parts of my brain I decided that if I was finishing this darn thing I was stopping to use the bathroom at the next aid station. There were fabulously no lines. I waited for one person to get out and then it was my turn. Out of all races I have done over 5K, I had never seen NO line for the port-a-potty. It was magical.
Miles 5ish -9ish were all part of an out and back after the
bridge. This was long and through a neighborhood, so not very scenic. You also
swore the turnaround was at every corner, but it never was. This was the point
where I saw all the pace groups pass going back. I saw something that I had
never seen before, each pace group from 1:50-2:30 had walkers. People who
looked pissed at the world, wondering when it was ever going end, walkers. Obviously
at those paces you totally have runners that walk/run consistently or insert
walking breaks every so often, but there were way more walkers than I have seen
before. Then obviously the amount of people walking increased as it got closer
to the turnaround/closer to the pace I was going. Aaaand then even more as I reached the out and
back between miles 10.5 and 12. By this point I had been sticking to the “walk
up hill, run downhill” plan for most of the race (even ground was a tossup),
but by mile 9 I was cursing the down hills because well, I just didn't want to
run anymore.
By the time I got back to the bridge I was walking so much I
actually got to really enjoy the scenery and let me tell you, the view of the
Naval Academy coming back over the bridge was beautiful. I had some nightmarish
flashbacks of Summer Seminar, but besides that, beautiful.
The rest of the race basically consisted of hating myself
for not running more and hating myself when I was running. I got to talk to some cool people though,
which was nice. Around mile 10.5 two girls who had been in my general vicinity
for most of the race did something I found disappointing. They turned around
during an out and back cutting off somewhere between a 1.25 and 1.5 miles off
their route. Overhearing their conversation about how they just didn't want to
do another out and back and how it doesn't make sense to go run that part just
to come back to the same place was frustrating. Then to turn and look back and
see they had actually turned around was really disappointing. One was wearing a
half marathon training group shirt from 2011 and one was wearing a half
marathon shirt from 2012. This was not their first race. They were not sick or
overheated. They just didn't want to do that portion of the race. Very disappointing
to see.
On to better news- somewhere near after mile 12 I saw the
love of my life coming towards me and I was both so happy to see him and so sad
that he would be seeing me finish this way. I really didn't want to run another
step and was fine finishing it by walking. Luckily he was encouraging and
helped me run much more of it than I would of on my own.
While talking to Mike during the last leg I told him it was disappointing
that this was going to be a PW (personal worst). He said it wouldn't and I would definitely finish
under my Richmond time. I didn't believe him, but he checked the time and said
I would.
I ended up finishing in 2:59:30, not exactly the 2:20 or
2:30 PR I was looking for, but I honestly did not care at that point, it wasn't
a PW. Also, I just wanted my darn necklace and wine. Mainly
the wine.
Not wine, but here is the necklace
When I took my phone out of my belt to turn my app off I
noticed it only tracked 13 miles. I started the race with a low GPS signal so I
thought that was why. Come to find out within the hour that no, the course was
actually about a quarter mile short. A cop parked in the wrong place and cut
off a small loop. So, there is a good chance that I would have actually had a
PW. That also completely explained why the line for PR medals was sooooo long
and they ran out of medals.
Note: I have heard great things about this race in the past. The fact that it was so hot this year was unusual (and out of their control). The fact that the course got messed up was disappointing, but things happen. If you look at Zooma's Facebook group you will see some serious overreactions. You will also see some complaints about aid stations not being manned well enough; however, I didn't have a single back experience at an aid station and thought the race support was great.
Note: I have heard great things about this race in the past. The fact that it was so hot this year was unusual (and out of their control). The fact that the course got messed up was disappointing, but things happen. If you look at Zooma's Facebook group you will see some serious overreactions. You will also see some complaints about aid stations not being manned well enough; however, I didn't have a single back experience at an aid station and thought the race support was great.
Two other lessons I learned- 1. I much prefer medals over
necklaces and 2. Beer after a race is much more satisfying than wine (even
though the wine was good). These are obviously the important lessons here people- changing the world.
So that was little (long) insight into my brain during a
half marathon that started at 75⁰ and ended in the 80s. After reading
this you are probably thinking “well Sabrina, it sounds like long runs in the
heat are not for you and you should probably hang up your shoes and not run
again until the fall.” Well, if you thought that you would be partially
correct. I do not plan on any more races until the fall, but I have decided
that my big race in the fall is going to be the Baltimore Marathon, which means lots of summer running. “But
Sabrina, you mean half marathon right?” No, I am actually starting to train for
my first full marathon next week!
I do recognize that this falls in the “Sabrina Makes Bad
Decisions” category, but I’m ok with that. I know training is going to take up a lot of
time since I’m so slow. I know that I
will probably end up with a lot of long treadmill runs since I obviously do
amazing in the heat. I know the hills in
Baltimore are worse than Annapolis. I just feel like this is the time. I know
running a full is something I want to do at some point (who am I?!?) and I feel
like this is the year.
I plan on following Hal Higgdon’s Novice 1 training program. If you remember, last time I did a Hal Higgdon program I actually posted about my progress, so lucky you- more posts to come! I would love for you to comment with advice for training for my first full (or reasons
why this is a bad idea, I’m fine with either).