I love the Rochester Marathon. I’ve run the annually half or the full since 2006. My half marathon PR was set there in 2009. Since 2009 I had started to believe that my performance was a fluke and would never be bested nor even repeated. I was wrong (I think my tally is twice that I’ve been wrong…ever).
Earlier this year I raced a half marathon against my friend Dave. His only stated goal for the race was to beat me and I could not allow that to happen. Due to his lack of racing experience and my superior ability in all things, particularly distance running, I passed him and demoralized him by pinching his ass as I flew past him. But since I am so superior I felt it necessary to extend an olive branch. I offered to pace him for this race. Truth be told I thought he could do extremely well and I wanted to see that happen (because I’m such a nice caring kind of guy). Dave accepted my gracious offer and so we raced together. I set the pace and he followed close by.
I always try to run the first two miles of a half marathon at a relaxed effort. This was no different except that I kept worrying about Dave. He kept up just fine and was just as relaxed as I was. During the first mile we chatted with a friend for a while. We were both shocked when we ran about a 6:50 for the first mile. Our stated goal was about 7:00. I was excited to see this number because we were very comfortable at that pace which meant we likely could beat our goals for the day.
The race continued the way I always run half marathons. After two miles I picked up the pace slightly but stayed a little conservative. As the 6.5 mile mark approached things would turn serious. We hit that mark feeling extremely well but I was nervous to turn up the pace. We started seeing some great splits on our watches. Though I was starting to feel a little fatigued I wasn’t worried. It was going great!
At mile 10 I saw 1:05:XX on my watch. I didn’t see what the XX was but I thought “I can run a 20 minute 5k right now, I can do even better than that, I can PR!”. And at that point I left Dave behind as I really turned up the heat going after a PR. Things got really tough but I kept thinking back to my blog post that was fresh in my mind about “giving up the good and going for the great.” I decided to give it my all.
As I rounded the corner at the back of the stadium I could see the finish clock. I watched it flip to 1:25 and I knew I had missed a PR but I gave it everything I had left and finished with 1:25:09. I was thrilled. Sure, a PR would have been so very sweet but just proving to myself that I still had some speed even after what I considered to be a terrible season of training meant the world to me. I hadn’t even trained for this race! It was not a goal race!
Dave finished a couple of minutes behind me with a 1:27 earning a huge PR for himself. The race was nearly perfect. My only complaint was a kid that kept blocking my path. It seemed to be intentional and I wanted to punch the punk in the back of the head. I even raised my fist (but only to signal my frustration to Dave). Perfect weather, great friends,
Haha! Nice pose for the water gulpage. Thanks the note about my mom.
Hope you are staying healthy.
Mike