Going into this race, I really didn’t know what to expect coming off my ultra the week prior. Well, okay that’s not entirely true. I knew it was going to suck and that there was a 95% chance that it’d hurt.
And — well — I was right.
It was tough. It was doable. But, it was tough.
I also came in dead last, which really didn’t surprise me. This was a small, small race and done in junction with a triathlon as well. I am not sure how many runners did just the half marathon, but I’d estimate MAYBE 50?
Either way, I wasn’t coming into this race looking to hit a certain mileage, I just wanted to finish — and then of course my usual goals of not dying, pooping my pants and uncontrollably crying (also known as “losing my shiz”) half way through the race. I really just wanted to finish and hopefully not have my legs kill too much afterwards.
When I got to the Oval my friend Jim was there already putting miles in for his marathon training. He’s training for the LA Marathon so he’s got plenty of looooooong runs needing to be done. It was nice having him around because he’s always a great conversationalist and when I’m hurting I need a conversation to keep me distracted form the pain.
The race started at 8am — along with a number of pacers. Something I had a hard time wrapping my head around because they were all just running around in circles. I kept up with the 2:45 pacers for a few laps, but I’m not really sure I was on their lap? And, then I followed the 3:00 pacers before doing another lap with the 2:45 pacers — all while having brief conversations with the 2:30 and faster pacers. I lost track of where I was and just counted laps.
But, it was nice because a number of my friends were pacing it. And, apparently after talking to a couple of them, they all came in on time. Which seemed somewhat impossible to me as an observer. LOL!
The last 15-20 laps I was joined periodically by Jim, but also my friend Chad. I was grateful to have both there, because at this time I was really hurting. I needed 47 laps for the race, but when I hit the half way mark I needed to recalibrate. And, having Chad and Jim there really helped A LOT.
I focused on my walk:run lap ratio — walked one, ran three — and just distracting myself with conversation. It’s really a tactic I’ve learned in my ultra running, especially in my training at the Oval and at the race last week. I really dumb down the running and just focus on the basics. Forget about the pace or speed — essentially, I just run … stupid.
So, I ran stupid.
And, I did it.
Like I said, it was tough. Even right now as I am typing this my feet and legs hurt. They’re pretty sore. But, I did it. And, that’s all that matters.
(NOTE: I was informed that I wasn’t the LAST runner in the half marathon. Whoever it was — ROCK ON!)
MY NEXT FIVE RACES
Today many @addicttoathlete athletes are running to the State Capital for the Rally for Recovery. When there they will place 19 shoes on the front steps in memory of the number of people per month who lose their battle with addiction. I wish I could be there with the team for every mile. So in memory of those 19 people who will lose their battle this month along with a friend who lost his battle nearly three years ago I removed my shoes this afternoon for 19 minutes. My heart is full seeing the AIIA team journey to the capital. I am with you all! #aiia #family #wearechampions #eraseandreplace #messtomessage
The aid station here is great, but I have a hard time not comparing the stations to ultra aid stations. If I was running an ultra these would be covered in chocolate, served alongside some pickles and wrapped in sliced deli turkey meat. On and don’t forget about the M&M’s. You can never forget about those. #race140 #sltriclubhalf #running #ultrarunning #aidstation #run #fitness #health #hashimotos #runutah #extramileracing #hashimotoswarrior @joshruns180 @josherwalla @fit.phat
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