Last Sunday, I ran the Seaside Half Marathon for the 2nd year in a row. And I was 2nd again. Yet this year could not have been more different! Last year I was sick and still managed to run 1:31:53 – only 18 seconds off my PR from 2010.
So this year … It was COLD! Temps in the 30s and windy! After getting warm in the Pensacola race a month ago, I bought arm sleeves to wear with my tank, and wore compression socks with shorts.
Lisa and I start off tucked in with a pack of 3 women and 3 men. The 3 men are “pacing” 1 of the women with a sub-1:30 goal. That was our goal too, and given the WIND, we were content to tuck in with them.
Mile 1 = 6:45. Perfect.
Mile 2 = 6:55. I got nervous about slowing too much. 2 girls had pulled away. We pulled ahead of the girl with her 3 guys pacing.
Mile 3 = 6:50. Right where I wanted to be. Lisa was hoping to be closer to 7 min miles and I could tell she was a bit nervous by the pace.
Mile 4 = 6:48. I was feeling great and new I needed to go for it. I pulled away from Lisa and started closing on the 2 lead women over the next 2 miles. Mile 5 & 6 were 6:45 and 6:41. I was steadily closing. I pulled even with them as we approached the turn around. Being an out and back, I knew they’d see me as we turned so wanted to be even with them rather than them ahead, see me closing, and get energized to pull away. It worked – they were surprised.
The 3 of us girls ran even for a bit and then 1 of the girls fell back. The other girl pulled right on my shoulder. Yes, she drafted. Big time. And I got mad. I tried to slow to let her take the lead, but she slowed. I surged and she matched it. She was seriously driving me insane. Yet I didn’t want to slow too much and sacrifice my time. So I kept telling myself to run my race and not worry about her. Easier said than done!!!
Miles 7-11 were 6:34 – 6:37 – 6:37 – 6:34 – 6:44.
I kept thinking I needed to pull away but just couldn’t. I was also internally beginning to freak out about my time!
Mile 11 – 6:21. She was still right with me.
Mile 12 – 6:21. We were killing it!
We’re coming through Watercolor, I see the 1/2 mile to go sign, and I think I am pulling away ever so slightly. This is my day I think! HOLY FREAKING COW. She turned on rockets and dropped me like no body’s business! And honestly, at that point, I didn’t even care. I had NOTHING left and simply fought to get to the finish line. Apparently I looked right at my family but I have no recollection of seeing them.
For real, I could NOT believe it! I had gotten 2nd by a mere 13 seconds – but I had run a 4+ minute PR!!! 3 years and baby #3 later – I SMASHED my PR from 2010!
Leading up to the race, all I could think about was sub-1:30. Looking at the McMillian calculator from my 15K time, it predicted a 1:28:40 and I thought oh that’s not possible!!
So to run 1:27:22 – a 6:40 pace – I was over the moon! Yes, wining would have been awesome and it getting 2nd 2 years in a row is a bit of a dud, but I’ll take it! I know I gave it every single ounce in me and had absolutely nothing left.
This race is probably tied with Boston for my favorite race ever :)