Gosh! Going into
yesterday’s Cape Cod Half, it felt like it had been forever since I last
raced. I originally wanted to train for
this race before transitioning into marathon training but a summer injury ruined that plan. I have a hard time going into a race knowing
that I’m not trying to PR and to accept that it was part of a 14-mile training
run—I’m so competitive, that itself was a battle for me. My goal for the day was to practice PATIENCE
and pacing strategies and to just to get a little more race day experiences
under my belt.
I spend Friday afternoon and night on my feet working the
Cape Cod Rehab expo booth.
I tried to
get to sleep early but after a night of tossing and turning, no part of me
wanted to get out of bed at 5:15am in the dark, cold morning. It was pretty similar weather to 2015—on the
cool side with a slight breeze, breezy enough to keep me from ever really
warming up. I picked up my dad and we
headed to the start, said hi to the finish line volunteers (my mom, Beth and
Trish), found some friends, took a few pics and before we knew it the race was
off!
Side note: I kept saying my biggest regret at the 2015 race
was not wearing gloves. I talked about
wearing gloves all day on Friday and I even picked out a pair of red ones that
matched my headband. Right before I
checked my bag, I used the porta potties and put my gloves in my bag so I
wouldn’t lose them. Guess where my
gloves were when the gun went off? My
checked bag.
Mile 1- 7:21
Mile 2- 7:23
Mile 3- 7:21
The first 3 miles I was cruising along at a comfortable
pace. I felt very comfortable running in
the 7:20s. Even though I didn’t have a
goal, I secretly wanted to stay under 7:30 pace. Would have been happy with 7:20s and ecstatic
with 7:10s.
Mile 4- 7:02
Mile 5- 7:17
Mile 6- 7:09
As we approached the hill at the Heights I was determined to
own it. I passed about a dozen people on
that hill including the 2 ninja turtles that were snorting and splitting and
annoying me. Haha. I backed off the next mile before reaching my
favorite road in all of Falmouth (Vineyard Street) then off to the turnaround. I was counting the lead women as a
distraction and kept pushing forward.
Mile 7- 6:56
Mile 8- 7:11
I LOVE the out and back on this course. After the turnaround, I was just looking for
everyone I knew out there. Tiff, Joe, so
many Run Club friends, MY DAD, Jon, Laurie…. One of my clients was out there
cheering which was also a big boost!
Mile 9- 7:19
Mile 10- 7:18
It went all downhill after that. Just past the 8-mile mark we split away and I
found myself completely alone. There was
literally no one around me. I slowed
down on purpose with the confidence that I could maintain if I wanted to
but with the thought of maybe take it easy until the Heights hills and push the
final miles to the finish. That all
sounded like a good plan but the mental game started and the motivation just
disappeared. Why am I out here? Why am I running this fast? Why bother if I’m not going to PR? Is it worth it? It’s getting breezier and colder. My right inner thigh kept threatening cramps. I totally checked out.
Mile 11- 7:28
Mile 12- 7:26
Mile 13- 7:28
The last 3 miles I was on the struggle bus. I guess good and bad—it was all mental. I was still running all by myself. I fought every step. I wanted to walk at mile 11, mile 11.5, mile
11.75, mile 11.85, mile 12… I was still considering walking at 12.8 miles. It was ridiculous. I let 3 girls pass me in the final half
mile and I didn’t even
care that they flew by me. They actually
made me want to walk even more. Rounding
the final corner to the finish line I was SO RELIEVED. I was happy to see my mom, Beth and Trish and
thankful it was over. I was actually surprised
I was only 2 minutes off my PR but knew I had a lot of work to do before Miami. I took my picture with Beth, changed into my
dry clothes and headed back on the course.
13.1 miles – 1:36:09
Average pace – 7:20
Two years in a row I couldn’t get over the mid-pack runners
congratulating and cheering for ME as I walked back to find my dad. The support out there is incredible. Runners are a special group of people. Anyways, found my dad and ran 0.9 miles with
him to the finish. He wasn’t having the
best day but got through to finish his 8th half marathon. (I’m pretty sure this was only my 7th. What the heck!)
While my dad voted at Town Hall, I went back on the course
to find my client Laurie. She did
great. I’m super proud of her for
getting through some tough times in her training and racing in memory of her late sister-in-law. I watched her finish, caught up with Jason
and Danielle for a bit then it was off to my parents house to shower then back
to the expo for a longggg afternoon!
Congrats to all finishers!
Did you run the Cape Cod Half?
Head on over to BibRave.com and post your race review! I’ll be working on mine shortly!
Until then, let me #NormaTecAndChill :)
[Related Posts: Race Report: Cape Cod Half 2015 & I signed up for the Cape Cod Half!]