Decker’s Creek Half Marathon

(Warning: Long post ahead. Only one picture, so you’ll have to count on being entertained by my enthralling prose. Proceed at your own risk.)

Remember that race I’ve been training for? So I ran it last Saturday. And it was good! Ish.

To fully understand what I was working with, let’s talk through the events leading up to the race.

I knew it was going to be hot. Really hot. And disgustingly humid. I did my regular hydration routine beforehand in anticipation of the conditions, but even a well-hydrated, well-conditioned body is going to struggle in the heat. I went into the race with this in mind, reminding myself that it wouldn’t be the end of the world if I needed to slow down because of the heat.

Friday night was very low key. I arrived at the hotel with a pretty bad headache, but assumed I just needed to get some food and that would take care of it. No dice. I’m super stubborn about taking medication if I think I can “tough it out,” so I didn’t bother running to the store for anything.  I mean, how bad could a headache be? <–foreshadowing

I went to bed around 10 and fell right asleep, but around 12:45 I woke up with an absolutely pounding headache. We’re talking blindingly miserable pain. I thought I could just go back to sleep and it would go away, but an hour later, I was still awake, and my head felt like it was going to explode. I called down to the front desk asking if they had any ibuprofen (acetaminophen has never been good to me), and they said they’d send some right up. And up it came. In the form of Extra Strength Tylenol. I knew I had a bad history with the stuff, but I was desperate, so I took the meds. Approximately 8.3 minutes later, I was retching in the bathroom.  It was a sad scene: sweaty fever and blinding pain–and it went on for the next hour. I somehow managed to sleep for another 2.5 hours,  but then I was awake–without the headache or vomiting–but also without the rest I needed pre-race.

When it was time to actually get up and get ready, I still felt a little queasy, but I didn’t train for 6 weeks to sleep off some weird illness in a hotel room, so I figured I’d at least try to run the race. I could always drop out if I needed to. We stopped at the store for some ibuprofen and pretzels, which helped any traces of headache and settled my stomach, respectively. Sidenote: when you live in the city, the price of groceries in the rest of the world becomes a source of great joy. Meds, pretzels, and 2 giant Gatorades for under $10. Unheard of. Anyway.

The Decker’s Creek Half Marathon is a tiny race–600 participants, max–and there’s no pre-race expo. Packet pick-up is before the race near the finish line, and then runners are bused to the start. They do this part really well–very orderly and pretty straightforward. I grabbed my packet, dropped everything but my bib back at the car, and hopped on the bus with a handful of gummy bears. Shot blocks, gummy bears–it’s all the same, no? I got to the start in plenty of time to use the bathroom and do a few dynamic stretches beforehand–I just swing my legs back and forth and side to side (one at a time, of course), and I actually think it helps the ol’ hips.

Even though there were only 600 runners, the start was incredibly crowded. They do 2 waves, but with approximately 300 people lining up on a path that’s 8–maybe 9–feet across doesn’t make for an easy start. Oh, and my Garmin didn’t start right away, so my distance was slightly off for the whole race, but that’s not the end of the world.

After the first 3/4 mile or so, I had gotten out ahead of the jumble and found a comfy pace. I was surprised at how good I felt considering how sick I was and how little sleep I’d had, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that adrenaline can do surprising things. I started out around a 7:30 pace, sped up for the next few miles, and then settled to just under 8 minute pace until around mile 10. Despite the heat and humidity, the miles ticked by relatively quickly, and I felt good. Shortly after mile 8, I ate my Gu and actually stopped at the water station to make sure I didn’t spill anything–I needed the hydration. I usually run through water stops, but I needed to be sure I got every drop. When I finished the cup, I remember thinking, that’s it?!? I suppose I could’ve walked back and gotten another cup, but I figured I could wait until the next stop.

I did ok until that next water stop, but by then, I was pretty wiped out. I stopped again and drank 2 cups of water, then plodded through the last few miles of the race. By mile 12, I was at a 9:14 pace and just spent. I stopped once more for a drink, then finished ‘er up.

Official chip time: 1:44:36, 25th of 329 women, 7th in my age group

deckers creek half

Honestly? Not mad at that at all. It’s 10 minutes faster than the last time I ran this race (and the conditions were much better that year). All things considered, it was a pretty good run. A tough run, but a good one no less.

Bonus: Manfriend was there (with signage!) cheering me on. This is the first time since I started racing that I’ve actually had a significant other, and it was kind of awesome to have him there. Decker’s Creek is not an easy course to spectate–it’s all on trails that are difficult to access from the road–but he caught me at 3 different spots. Even though I was salty about how hot it was, seeing him definitely made me smile.

Will I run this race again? Maybe. Now that I have more races under my belt, I can see that it leaves some things to be desired, like the congestion at the start, the lack of Gu/gel on the course (they have them for you to pick up pre-race), and the location of the aid stations (it was a little hard to tell when they were coming up, even if you knew the mile marker, they weren’t consistently spaced). I’ve also realized that it’s harder to run a race when there are so few places for people to spectate. I like the energy of the crowd, even if I do have my headphones blasting the whole time. So we’ll see. I really do like the course and the size of the race, so I’ll keep it in my back pocket. But for the immediate future, I want to set my sights on something new. Any suggestions for a fall half?

 

Training Update

Well, here we are. My last week of training before my race on Saturday. I love the process of training so much that I’m a little sad already. There’s something about waking up before the rest of the world to run, accomplishing tough tempo workouts, and logging 30ish miles a week that I’m somewhat addicted to. I love the sense of purpose and anticipation that training gives me, and while I know my body can’t handle training all the time, I think I’d be happy if I were training about 75% of the time. Not marathon training, mind you–I didn’t enjoy that much at all–but the half is the perfect distance for me. It’s familiar. It’s comfortable. And while it’s not easy, I know it’s something my body can handle. 33c093b3d458dc3b8de3d0e22135caf5

I probably haven’t trained as hard or as seriously as I could have for this race. I could’ve pushed my paces a bit more, hammered a little harder on my speedwork, and strength trained more. But I was definitely a bit more hesitant than I’ve been in the past given how burnt out I was from marathon training last fall and the hip/back/hamstring nonsense that I can’t seem to get rid of. I’ve decided I’d rather have a long running career than a fast one, so I’m not expecting any miracles on Saturday. No more 20 minute PR’s or even a time in the 1:30′s. If it happens, I’ll be thrilled, of course. Shocked, but thrilled. But I’m not expecting it. My main goals are to come in somewhere in the low 1:40′s and to enjoy the run. Both realistic and attainable goals.

Here’s what went down this past week:

Half Marathon #7 Training–Week 6

Monday: 5 miles easy

Tuesday: 5 miles easy, upper body strength training

Wednesday: Mile repeats–6 miles total w/ 3 x 1 mile @7:24

I was miserable during this run. It was really humid outside, so I figured I’d give the treadmill a shot. I realized I hadn’t been on the treadmill since about October, and I hadn’t missed it one bit.  Was pretty sluggish the whole time and really had to talk myself through the mile repeats because mentally, I just wasn’t there. I did it, but I didn’t like it. What I did like, however, was the feeling of accomplishment I had when I finished. Always worth it.

Thursday: 4 miles easy

Friday/Saturday: REST

Sunday: 10 miles @8:18 pace

I’ve been a little under the weather with some congestion and a cough for the last week, so I figured I’d play it smart and keep my pace a little more conservative for this run. I didn’t feel too bad, and I know the relaxed pace helped a lot. No aches or pains, either, so that’s a win.

Feeling ready for Saturday! And just to be sure I’m ready, I treated myself to some new racing shorts yesterday. How could you not have a great race wearing these? 

I’m also pretty excited because Manfriend is coming along with me to the race. I know spectating races isn’t the most thrilling thing in the world, but in the past I’ve been pretty bummed when I haven’t had anyone there with me so it means a lot to have at least one fan. That guy. Yeah, he’s kind of great.

Training Update

It occurred to me the other day that this training cycle is a lot different from other times I’ve trained. Typically, I have a good sense of how I’ll feel during a run beforehand. There’ll be a noticeable progression in my training. I’ll eventually get into a groove where I feel really ready–perfectly trained and prepared for a race. This time around? It’s not happening, folks. I never know how I’ll feel and can’t predict when I’ll have crazy pain vs. an amazingly loose, relaxed run. It’s a little disconcerting since the whole point of training is to feel prepared, and I feel anything but. Still, I know logging all these miles has to be doing something, right?

Positive self-talk. It's a thing.

Positive self-talk. It’s a thing.

It’s also time I thought about what I want that something to be. I’m hesitant to set a definite goal for this race since it’s the first thing I’ve trained for since the marathon that wasn’t, and I still don’t feel like my hip/hamstring are operating at full capacity. Still, I think I’m one of those people who always has a PR in the back of her mind–who doesn’t, right?–and would love to show myself that this training has done something for me. More realistically, I know a PR probably wouldn’t even be smart to shoot for given my injury. Instead, I have a more conservative time in mind that’s slightly slower (but still plenty fast for me) than my PR. And no, I’m not going to tell you because I’m too big of a wimp to put it in writing and have to face failure if I don’t meet it. (<–REAL TALK)

Anyway.

I know you’ve all been waiting with baited breath for this week’s training update, so let’s get to it, shall we?

Half Marathon #7 Training–Week 5

Monday: 4 miles @8:11

Tuesday: 4 miles @8:59, full body strength training

Wednesday: 7 miles w/5 miles of tempo

This run was particularly crappy. It was humid and hilly, and I generally felt like crap. Can’t win ‘em all.

Thursday: 4 miles @9:18; this workout

My hip was in bad shape for this run and continued to hurt pretty badly until Saturday morning. Lucky for me, Manfriend helped me stretch it out before my long run on Saturday. I can stretch it myself, but it’s a huge help to have some pressure on it to help it release. That, I can’t do myself. So thanks, MF.

Friday: REST

Saturday: 14 miles @8:03

Inexplicably fantastic run. I was absolutely spent by the end of it, but it did give me some confidence that I might still have my speed somewhere in there!

Sunday: REST

Yep.

Here’s what else I’ve noticed: since I started my new job, I’m back at a desk all day. My hip doesn’t like it. At all. In fact, I’m generally uncomfortable sitting unless it’s sprawled out on the couch or floor. I stand up as often as I can and even stand at my desk sometimes, but it’s still pretty bad. Anyone else experience this? I’d love to know if you have any tips on how to deal.

BTW, if you really want the play-by-play for this training nonsense, feel free to follow along on the Daily Mile. Or not.