Finally, my last big race of the year is complete! After training for a marathon in the spring, then dropping down to the 5k for the summer and early fall, it was time to meet in the middle and run a half marathon.
I felt nervous about my goal pace and had doubts that I could actually maintain it for 13.1 miles. The night before the race, I sat in the hotel room and fiddled with a pace calculator, slightly altering the pace or time to see if I could land on a pace-time combo that I felt comfortable with. "Oh well, I’ll just stick with my original goal and see what happens." 1:28 was my target.
Despite my nervousness about pacing, I was excited to run the course. Driving on Kiawah is kind of magical. They have a lovely combination of huge, old live oak trees draped with hanging Spanish moss and palm trees. It’s like haunted swamp meets beach paradise. It’s weird and amazing at the same time.
|Are there ROUSs here?|
Perfect day for a race on Kiawah Island. It must have been 50 degrees and overcast at the start. I began the race conservatively, and was a few seconds slower than my goal pace as I warmed up and got into the groove.
Mile 1: 6:52
Mile 2: 6:41
Mile 3: 6:44
Mile 4: 6:42
Mile 5: 6:40
|Signs you're not racing hard enough: SMILING MID-RACE.|
Then I sat on my goal pace for a few miles until I saw my beau, who had already turned around on the small out and back portion of the course. He looked like he was racing, and I felt like I was…running a tempo run? "What am I doing right now?!" I was WAY too comfortable considering I was halfway into a RACE. "Time to let the hammer drop!" Commence progression.
Mile 6: 6:37
Mile 7: 6:39
Mile 8: 6:37 *
Mile 9: 6:38Mile 10: 6:28
*I have to send out a huge thanks to a lady that helped me push the pace. I had had her in my sights for a while and was finally catching up to her. She was resisting my passing attempts, but finally I caught up to her and asked, "Do you think we can catch those ladies up there?" As a road-killing team, we ended up running several miles together and she really helped me push through 8-10.
Once I hit mile 10, I figured I'd just race the last few miles with whatever else I could muster.
Mile 11. 6:25
Mile 12. 6:22
Mile 13. 6:20
Crossed the finish line in 1:26:35. Blink. What was that time on the clock?! Comfortably a minute and a half faster than my goal…"How the heck did that happen?" I guess that’s what a year’s worth of continuous training will do for you! Mustering up a 6 minute PR for my last race of 2012 = great feeling.
|Pelican trophies! Mine is the small one...|
After the race I got to meet a twitter buddy, Elizabeth, in real life (her race recap here)! Also met her friend Corey who raced as well (her race recap here)! Always great meet other running ladies.
Also kudos to the race staff: despite crazy traffic pre-race, they had a very efficient shuttle system complete with port-a-johns in the field where people were parking their cars. Everyone made it to the start in a timely fashion. Well done!
After the race we got to enjoy the sights of Charleston. Amazing city folks! They have preserved all their historic buildings and it is absolutely adorable. They also have tons of delicious restaurants within a 10 block radius. Highly recommended for the history buff, the foodie, and the architect.
|horse and carriage + awesome old house + my finger. Oops|
|Cute streets of Charleston|