It has been 4 months and 500 miles since I raced my last
half marathon. I have been looking
forward to this race since that time.
This is my home course, mere blocks from my front door. I know every turn, every hill, and every mile
marker - front and back. My familiarity
goes well beyond knowing the route to understanding how the wind, temperature,
and sun all play into my run. I enjoy
running new courses in unfamiliar places but absolutely love the familiarity of
this beautiful lakefront course nestled in the Milwaukee county parks.
There comes a time when it feels good to wind down a lengthy
training cycle and rest up for the day that speed and endurance far beyond the
everyday are realized. My two week taper
began with a salival gland infection and featured little training and a lot of
taking it easy – zero miles ran. Race
week was about building confidence and keeping my legs and mind fresh. I did a mile time trial Monday and half the
race distance at race pace Wednesday, filling out the week with Jiu Jitsu and
swimming. The results met expectations
and I felt as if I could double Wednesday’s run, which, was the idea.
The event day weather was near perfect with the only
challenging condition being a 10mph wind for the out leg of the course. There was no way the day could go bad on
account of weather and it was one less thing to worry about, sunny and
45°F. The race organization and start
was handled brilliantly with utmost efficiency and precision. After the singing of the national anthem the
race commenced. I placed myself in the
front behind something like ten runners that appeared faster than me, it proved
to be about where I belonged.
A handful of runners passed me that first mile as I locked
in what felt like my half marathon pace.
I was content running my own race that first three miles while observing
the field settle around me. I could have
easily gotten caught up in the rush given how amazing my legs felt and ran a 5k effort to start, I am glad I did
not. When I saw my first mile split come
up 15 seconds fast on a stretch that featured a large climb and headwind I
figured today was going to be awesome or I would fall apart but at least I
would have gone for it.
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Half way, out in front, and overdressed. It should have been short sleeve day. |
The wind was blowing into the second and third miles making
me thirsty. Mile two was about 10
seconds fast and I was feeling good. I
had a nice core twist going to minimize my body area that the wind could push against. Mile three was a monster. I knew it would be tough going with a large
hill followed by a gently graded climb on a winding path for the duration but this mile was
along the lake and the headwind was pronounced.
When I saw my split come up 15 seconds slow and 30 seconds slower than
the previous two miles it shook my confidence.
I flipped the switch to competitor from this point of the
race forward. I caught a sparse runner
or two in miles four, five, six, and seven while knocking out a pace 5 seconds
fast. I never did look behind me but
pieced together the pack I was running with over the next few miles. The path was very curvy and I made every
effort to take the shortest route curve to curve. Everyone else also took the shortest route and
being a nice guy pushover will really lead to finishing last in this situation. It only took being maneuvered to the outside
curve and then behind someone once for me to figure out crowding and boxing out
is the name of the game. From that point
I out maneuvered everyone that did not aggressively pass.
The level of competition was unlike any I have
experienced. I ran shoulder to shoulder
for a drawn out stretch before a different runner engaged in a never ending
battle of leap frog. My strength on the
up and down hills was countered on the flat stretches; advantage me as this is
a very rolling course. Catching a runner
didn’t always mean they would not be seen again, sometimes they just joined the
pack. It was notable how quiet everyone was
from footsteps to breathing, almost everyone was in stealth mode.
The course was out and back and as always the turnaround was
very enjoyable. I took inventory of the
runners in front of and behind me and counted off the women for when I would
see my wife. Over the course of the next
few miles it was a beautiful thing to see so many people out running early in
the morning and I had a few friends among them. I was done with the pack and took the hairpin
turn like a soccer player and made my move to drop them. Mile eight featured a climb out of the turn
around and I attacked it with a split 10 seconds slow but strong in context and
caught a runner.
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I celebrated the half marathon with 10 miles of mountain biking later in the day. |
I caught a couple runners in miles nine and ten and was happy
to be turning out miles ten seconds fast and be on target for a negative second
half split. After three miles without
him my leap frog nemesis came up alongside me at mile ten much to my
surprise. He commented we had no one
left to catch and it was true, I could not see anyone out in front and this was
a very open stretch. He took a small
lead but mile eleven was all downhill and I opened up on him turning out a
split 25 seconds fast and the fastest split of the race. There was a turn at the bottom of a hill
leading into mile twelve that I looked behind me for the first time since the
turn around to admire the lead I must have opened up.
You can imagine my horror when I saw my lead amounted to at
best a few second edge on four runners, some of which I had not seen since mile
three. Someone must have smelled fear
because like that a strong move was made, everyone followed and I was passed by
all of them. It took a while to
comprehend what had just happened. Here
I thought a negative second half split guaranteed victory but everyone in this
group was running a negative second half.
Consistency alone does not win, ten miles of consistency plus a 5k race
effort wins.
Two of them were real fast turning out a pace that would
have required me to go 35 seconds fast those last two miles. I may have been physically capable of hanging
on and I feel I held back during this part of the race but I have never
attempted or experienced this dynamic.
The other two remained in reach.
Mile twelve was uphill and my head was still processing the events that
had transpired. I turned out a mile ten
seconds slow. Mile thirteen I got my
shit together passed my leap frog friend and focused on the next runner but
ultimately could not close with a mile ten seconds fast.
My finish kick and that last 0.1 were real fast and I knew I
had held back. My friend told me I
looked GQ with the wind blowing my hair, shirt open, and the collar
popped. When I saw the clock at the
finish ticking in the 1:21 range I couldn’t help but display a huge shit eating
grin. I knew I could run a 6:30 pace and
pull down a 1:25 half marathon. I
thought if I had a real good day I could run a 6:20 pace and pull down
something just shy of 1:23 and that was my target. My actual finish time of 1:21:40, a 6:13 pace
was awesome, good for 16th place, and over a ten minute PR.