This was my sixth consecutive Flower City Challenge Half Marathon. Training all through the winter had been remarkably good. When I had stepped off of the treadmill and onto roads about one month prior to this race something wasn’t right. I was concerned but hopeful that everything would be OK for the race. I intended to push. I hoped to run the fastest I’ve ever run that course but as race day approached my observations forced me to lower my expectations. By the time race day came I had very low expectations but I was still full of hope that things would go well.
I did everything right leading up to the race. I took very good care of my body. I ate right. I slept well. I prepared for everything. The weather for the race was predicted to be colder than I liked but not oppressively so. On the morning of the race I felt very good. The warm up felt fantastic! The weather wasn’t as cold as I thought. My legs felt great. I was in a good mood! I even got to warm-up with a friend.
After a final kiss with Amber I lined up. I turn off auto-lap and rely on course marking to determine my pace. I glanced at my watch in the first mile and saw what I wanted to see. I knew that the marker for mile 2 and 3 would be off. Indeed it was but when I saw my split for mile three I was not pleased even though I knew it was wrong: 7:50. Even adjusting for the short mile I knew that I had run a “slow” mile. I didn’t let it bother me and chugged along.
As the miles passed by my splits became more and more disappointing. I felt fine, good even. Just as I had experienced in the month leading up to the race I simply didn’t have speed. My brain was convinced I was running fast but the clock doesn’t lie. As my worst-case goal of 1:30 slipped out of reach I didn’t get upset. I didn’t give up. I continued to run with effort worthy of a race.
It has been three weeks since the race. I still have not figured out what is going on with me. Something is off. I feel OK when running (never great but almost always OK) but the pace I’m running is significantly slower than I am used to. I’m trying B12 and to simply clean up my diet. I haven’t seen an improvement yet.
I’m more confused by the race and my body than I am disappointed. I’ll figure the riddle out…I just hope I can do it soon because I want to BQ to run with Amber at the Boston Marathon. I have a lot of work to do right now to reach that goal.
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