This seems ironic- after managing to run 18 miles last weekend, today I was looking at having to run “only” 13 miles in the Fiesta Bowl Half Marathon in Scottsdale.
I must admit slacking some this week, not even blogging it, but did run my 40 minutes Tuesday, but managed to skip Wednesday and Thursday (nominally because of weather; we were up on the Rim, and it was freezing rain/snowing).
But today were were supposed to run it “easy” and avoid injury. So I did manage that, finish in non heroic form, but got my piece of metal.
The day started out (at 5:15 am) looking mean and possibly cold, but by 7:30 start time it was not so bad (especially compared to last January at the start of PF Changs when it was 24 F). This race is like the 20th annual version of it, and is, basic.. no frills. no timing chips, pretty much just water at the rest stops, but is well organized (there were cops at every major crossing).
As usual, I got a bit excited at the outset; I should be doing 11:00 minute miles, and did the first ones at 10 or less. Despite the range of people zipping by me, I kept the pace slow, moving it towards 11s even over (a 12+ for the stretch I stopped for some energy glu). The route is north on Scottsdale road, a place you usually see from a car window, and then east on DoubleTree ranch road. I got excited seeing a 56 minute time on my watch at what I thought was halfway, but I had mis read the last mile marker (I was at 5.5 not 6.5).
I had some visions of picking up some speed when we turned south on Hayden, and entered routes I run a lot. I had a fast mile at the turn, low 10, but just felt kind of laggard, and decided to slow it down. At about 11 I took a detour for the porta-potties (costing my 6 minutes on the official time, I am going by my own watch!)…. lets say the details shall not be blogged. At mile 12, turning to Osborn, I hit a burst of adrenalin just to finish and think I may have done that mile at 9:30! Crazy.
Official results have me at 2:27:15, which has no asterisks for the “long break in the bathroom”. Technically I should go with the official, but, hey, I know I was not running while sitting in that port-o-johnny.
It was just good to finish; yet sobering I am looking at doing twice the distance! As noted by my wife, on the drive home, I am not yet (or every) enjoying this, not getting the craved “runners high”. It is just enough to look back, and say, “I did it”.
So the blog title/url stays the same…