This past Saturday, I ran The Colony Half. It was my first time running this race, and my first half marathon since the Bluebonnet Half in April. I talked some of my running friends into doing it with me, because races are more fun with friends. We weren’t disappointed.
My training has been going okay for the last couple of months, but between the heat and humidity, then loads of rain, plus band and football, I just felt blah on race week. Some of that was probably hormonal too, but I can’t avoid that.
Still, I was excited to go to the race with my friends, and was able to meet up with my coach Tim, and another team member of RunRelated, Julie, who were also running.
Due to the huge amounts of rainfall in the couple of weeks prior to the race, parts of the course were flooded from the lake. For a while, it looked like we all might be running the 5 miler. But they were able to approve an alternate course the week before, so 13.1 miles was still the plan!
My game plan, and my coach’s, was to hang around 9 minute pace through mile 7, and then pick it up based on how I felt. He knew I felt blah going into the race. It could have partly been nerves too, due to the length of time since my last half. I’ve always been “half ready” since I started running. But with the foot injury, and then the triathlon training for off-season, I just didn’t have a lot of long runs. That was a good mental and physical break through the summer, it just made me nervous for Saturday.
The weather was great! Cool temperatures at the start (mid to upper 50s). The sun was coming up and we were ready to run!
I stuck to the plan of 9 minute miles, and was feeling pretty good. Then around mile 5, my stomach started talking to me. This is the point where I realized my nutrition mistakes from the day before. If there is a potluck at work the day before a race, just don’t. Trust me! At this point, I was ahead of the 2 hour pace group, and I knew that if I stopped, I should still be able to run under 2:00. I found the porta potty just before mile 7 and darted in. I’m not like Shalane, so I had a little more time to make up when I got back to the course. 😉
I recovered my pace for mile 8, and was back on track. Then I needed to refill my bottle. Between that and the incline before the turnaround, my pace started to slip. I was behind the 2 hour group. Then my stomach started grumbling again, and I knew I was going to stop again. Since the course was a partial out and back, I knew right where to go. Unfortunately, I got there right as someone went in, and lost even more time. Goodbye sub 2.
I don’t know if I was defeated by my tummy issues, mad that I didn’t do a better job eating the day before, or if the sun was starting to get to me, but miles 11 & 12 were a struggle. I would walk for 10-15 seconds, then pick up and run. I did that a few times, playing tag with the 2:05 pacers. Finally for the last mile, I was able to settle into a pace that was comfortable to run the whole time without feeling sick.
As I came back into the park, I saw my coach who ran (okay it was a jog for him) alongside me for a minute, with a little pep talk telling me to finish strong. I did my best, but after I crossed the finish I needed to walk to feel a little better.
The only part I didn’t like about the course was that it went almost to the finish line, but then you had to go out and back around a loop. I was ready to be done and that didn’t help. But I did finish just ahead of the 2:05 group with an official time of 2:04:55.
I reminded myself it was a tune-up race. I need to practice and learn from my mistakes. I needed the reminder that my nutrition before, during, and after the race is all so important. So now I’m back on track in that area.
I still had fun though, even with all of that. And nothing beats hanging out with friends after a race.
Next up, I have Rock ‘n Roll San Antonio half with Team Chocolate Milk, as Houston Marathon training continues!