Okay, forget
what I said.
I didn't stick to my plan. But it turned out okay. Well, more than okay - but first I must elaborate.
The alarm went off at 6:00 AM. The plan was to leave by 6:45. That way we would leave by 7:00. I thought I had everything laid out that I needed, but as Beth and I got in the car (Adele got to spend the morning at home with Grandma and Grandpa) I realized I had forgotten my watch. I normally train with my Garmin Forerunner 305, but when racing, I prefer to use my cheap-o brand athletic watch so I only have the stopwatch that I can check at the mile markers. That way if I'm not
exactly running the tangents, or losing signals when running under trees or big buildings I can match my pace to the actual race distance.
Well, I couldn't find my cheap-o watch so I grabbed my Garmin because I needed to use
something. (I also grabbed my coffee that I had left on the counter.)
It was about a 45 minute drive to Lancaster and we had no problem getting to the museum and finding good parking. When getting my race number and bag, we learned that they did have to use the alternate course (mapped by the USATF) due to some flooding. Didn't matter to me, since I had no expectations about the course.
After I had my goody bag, we went back to the car so I could put my number on, inspect the contents of the race bag and get ready for the race. When I went to get my Forerunner from the console in the front seat I was surprised to find my cheap-o watch sitting next to it. I put it on and hit the "mode" button to check to stopwatch. We heard a pop and the display read "PM C:CC FJ." I couldn't change it. My cheap-o watch had died. Fortunately, I had the Forerunner with me, so I put it on and hoped not having to do the math to workout my pace wouldn't mess with race focus.
Beth and I wandered around a while after that, and I warmed up and made multiple trips to the port-a-john. I always feel a little bad for Beth during races like this, since she just hangs around the start-finish for two hours while I'm off running. I took my time finding a spot in the crowd and as I scouted the field I said to her, be ready for me at about 10:50 (nine o'clock start), hopefully I'll be in by 10:55.
The horn sounded and we were off. With over 600 runners, the field was considerably larger than Chambersburg, making it even more important to find your pace early rather than get swept up with the speedsters or getting stuck behind the slowpokes. I found a nice easy-difficult half marathon pace early, but was a little surprised when I looked at my Garmin and it told me I was moving at a 7:35 pace. It was less than a mile in and we had gone slightly downhill, so I continued to run by feel, figuring my pace would even out in the first couple miles.
I missed the first mile marker, but at mile two my time was 15:46 (I did my best not to use my Garmin to judge distance since I knew it could be slightly off based on tangents or lost signals). Still a sub-8:00 pace. But I knew the "challenging climbs" were coming, so I didn't sweat it (proverbially speaking).
Those big climbs came in the fifth and sixth miles. I still have an ultra-runner's mentality towards steep climbs, so I was the only one walking to the top of each one to save my legs (and I'm pretty sure it was totally worth it!). I hit the sixth mile marker at 48:19, over an 8:00 pace, but barely. At this point, my foot wasn't bothering me much - it would get sore now and then but overall it was doing very good. I knew it could get bad at any time. So the thought occured to me: if I'm likely to blow up, why not do it spectacularly?
So I committed to keep the 8:00 pace for as long as I could. We went down a steep grade, then about a mile of flat running on an out-and-back spur along a creek. After nine miles I had pushed my pace back under 8 minutes - or a 1:45 finish.
At this point it occurred to me that I had told Beth that I'd be done in 1:50 at the earliest. I was now due to finish five whole minutes ahead of that pace! I thought, maybe I should have told one of the race leaders who I passed on the out-and-back section to tell Beth that I'd be early? I'm sure they would have been happy to help!
After 11 miles I started to crack and by the 12th mile marker I was consciously pushing my self forward, and did my best to control any side-to-side swaying. I had bonked. I took in some Gatorade at the last aid station and it was just enough to jump-start me and get my legs moving straight. When I saw the turn-off for the finish line I kicked it into high gear and pushed for the finish knowing that I still had a good chance to finish sub-1:45.
I broke one of the "unwritten rules" of racing and ruined my finishing photo by checking my watch at the finish. I didn't cross the start line until a few seconds after the start, and I had hoped it would be enough to make me sub-1:45, but alas, I didn't quite make it. The clock at the finish said "1:45:14", my watch had "1:45:02" and my official finish time was 1:45:09.
I couldn't believe I had taken 11 minutes off my best time that I had just set in March! Then I remembered the comment left on my race preview post - was this a short course since they changed it due to the rains? Well, my Garmin still said 13.14, and the winner finished in 1:17, so I think I can comfortably say that this is a legitimate personal best!