If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again…
Last Saturday I ran a not so good race. I finished feeling defeated, disappointed and to be honest I was angry. Angry at myself. I know I PR’d by a few seconds but I did not run a good race mentally or physically. I knew I could do better. I made a last minute decision that evening to register for a race that was less than a week away. Best decision ever.
I spent most of this past week reflecting on the mistakes I made last week and thinking about what I would do differently a second time around. The biggest change would be my pace. I would not shoot for a 7 minute pace. I tried that and it was a disaster. One day I will be ready for that pace but I am not quite there. I decided before the race that I would pace at a 7:15. I also prayed that I would have a strong and positive attitude the entire race. I would not let myself feel defeated.
Last night I got all my race gear together. I also got the kids clothes ready, jackets and snacks. We would be leaving at 6 am and bringing all the kids with us so it was going to be an early morning. I woke up a few times in the night but for the most part I slept pretty good. I fed Ashton around 4:30 but was able to fall back asleep for a bit. The kids did great getting up in the morning and we made it to Wynne by a little after 7. I picked up my tag and chip and ran a mile warm-up. I am not a huge fan of the pre-race morning nerves. However, I think I’m getting a little used to it. This morning made my 4th race in the past 5 weeks. Yeah, I kind of went overboard in the race department lately. Apparently, that is another result of a stress fracture. Race registration overload.
Anyway, back to this morning’s race… The marathoners and half-marathoners all lined up and started together. Everyone started based on their predicted finish times. When the gun went off I heard one of the men running in the marathon say to a friend, “These are the most important 5 minutes of the whole race.” Not sure if I completely agree with that statement but there is a lot of truth to it. How you start is very important. I learned that the hard way last week. I tried to focus on finding my pace.
Mile 1- 7:15. Perfect pace. When I saw this split I smiled and knew I was going to nail it.
Mile 2- 7:10. A little faster than I wanted but it was still within 5 seconds of my target pace so it would work.
Mile 3- 7:12
Mile 4- 7:13
Mile 5- 7:14
Mile 6- 7:20. I knew this would be a little slower and I was relieved when I saw that it was only a 7:20. This mile had the biggest incline and the turn-around point for all the half-marathoners.
Mile 7- 7:18
Mile 8- 7:09
Mile 9- 7:17. My friend and I parted ways at this point. I felt our pace slipping a little and I wanted to push ahead. I knew she would be able to make her goal time just fine.
Mile 10- 7:13. I had waited so long for the last 5K.
Mile 11- 7:13
Mile 12- 7:03. There was a really nice downhill this mile and I just coasted down started to kick it in.
Mile 13- 6:38. My last mile never even saw the 7’s. I was moving! Did I have too much kick left? It sure felt good. I even passed one guy I had been following the past 6 miles. Nice!
Mile 13.19- 1:14 (6:29 min. avg.). The finish was on the track of the Wynne High School. I LOVE finishing races on a track. It reminds me of my high school track days. 🙂 I knew I had just crushed my PR and I had a strong, positive attitude the entire race. Thank you, God!!!
TOTAL TIME: 1:34:34 (unofficial) for 13.19 miles
7:10 avg. pace
|Finishing the race and setting my new PR for the Half!|
I was the 11th finisher overall and the 2nd female finisher. After the race I showered and there was a lunch buffet prepared for runners and their families in the gym. Very nice! The awards program followed and I received the biggest trophy I have ever won in my life. I am not exaggerating. It’s ginormous!
I was SO thankful to have John and the kids there today. I know it’s a lot of work getting everyone together to come but it means so much to see them there cheering me in as I come in and I have such a supportive husband who makes it possible for me to do what I love.
|me and my love|
|How cute is this little guy?! Note the lovely pink blanket. I promise that is Anna’s but he does not seem to mind!|
|Me with Kem. We came in 2nd and 3rd female overall. Notice Kem’s very cool Boston jacket!|