T-minus three days and counting until Space Coast. Training hasn’t been absolutely perfect, it’s been way to long since Ive run more than 10 miles, but at this point it is what it is. But if the Battleship 12K I ran a couple of weeks ago was any indication, I might be OK.
A 12k is a pretty odd distance and this was a new race, but when there was a deal to register for $12, I figured what the heck. 2 weeks out from my goal half would be a great place to see where I was. Plus, a medal!
We stopped by bib pickup on Saturday and got a nice swag bag, and our shirts had the names of the runners on the back. What a neat idea.
It was nice to be able to get my stuff ready and sleep in my own bed the night before.
The race didn’t start until 8, but luckily we had 2 days of fall weather, and it was kind on chilly at the start. OK by me, since I run hot.
This race benefits a couple of veterans organization s, so there were groups running with flags and very patriotic outfits. After the national anthem, we were off.
Believe it or not, we do have hills here on the coast, and the course took advantage of that for the first mile. Garmin’s elevation data isn’t lying.
I figured mile 1 would be fast, so I focused on holding back and watching my footing. I was shocked when my Garmin beeped and showed 12:33. I thought I was really in trouble. There were couple of small bridges in the second couple of miles and we ran them,so I figured things would even out. I just focused on running my 3 minute intervals and not looking at my watch. I did ask Mark at one point if we were running fast, because I was having some trouble with my breath, but I never felt like I was running hard. But then I took a peek at the watch:
Holy Mother Crap! I have never run more than 1 mile at a time at a 12:xx pace, much less 3, and I still felt pretty strong. There weren’t any 5k or 10k splits, but unofficially my 5K split was 38:59, a 4+ minutes PR. I took a GU at mile 3 and to used on the mile I was in. And also not to cry tears of sheer joy.
Courtesy Tim Ard
By mile 4 we were on the heart of the Causeway, so super flat, literally at sea level, and full sun. It was very scenic, but it started getting warm, and I’d forgotten salt tabs. Luckily Mark had some and saved the day, and the nausea went away. It still wasn’t as bad as the last time
I ran a race there.
I was slowing down, but not too bad, so kept plugging away at the 3 min intervals and focusing on the mile I was running. Again, no 10k mat, but by my watch another nearly 5 min PR there. I was so super excited and proud. There was another, taller bridge in mile 7 (rude) and we walked up that. Turning into Battleship park, Boy Scouts were handing out American flags to finish with. We made our way around the park, and I thought I was all smiles, but photographic evidence proves otherwise.
There was a real finish line and they called our names as we finished. I honestly still cannot believe my paces.
And then there was the medal.
This race was really well run. Boy scouts manned aid stations every 2 mile with plenty of water and Gatorade for everybody. Everything was well organized and all the miles well marked with themed mile markers. I real!y have no complaints and can’t wait to run it again next year, even without a discount.
So using this finish time, McMillan tells me I can run a half marathon in 2:58. Its really going tone weather dependent. And even now I feel like there must have been some mistake because I can’t believe I ran *anything* in a 13:05 pace, so I’ll believe it when I see it. Follow along on Twitter
Have a happy Thanksgiving, everybody.