My 1st Half Marathon of 2015 and my plan was to accomplish my ‘C’ goal for the year and break the sub 2:00 hour barrier. Blue Diamond Almonds Shamrock’n is held annually and starts just outside Raley Field and finished inside the ballpark on the warning track right by home plate. The Shamrock’n weekend is a little bit different than many events, where they have a 5k on Saturday and then the half marathon on Sunday, which does make it pretty easy to run both races. Since Lady Di is not yet ready to run a half marathon we both signed up to run the 5k on Saturday. I figured this would be a great way to get some couple time together and running at her speed would be a perfect shake out run for Sunday’s half. With Lady Di & I recently moving, literally, right across the street from the ballpark, getting to and from the races was nothing more than crossing the street. The 5k went off without a hitch, Lady Di and I ran the course together and enjoyed the brisk morning and the city just waking up and we finished the course in just under 34 minutes. Unfortunately, we couldn’t stick around after the race to check out any exhibits or partake in the celebratory beer since I had a golf tournament with the Nor Cal Fiji boys that started at 10am (for those curious, I shot an 86 at Lincoln Hills Golf Club that day).
Lady Di and myself before the 5k
Sunday morning came with the usual butterflies before a race of this distance. I made sure to get up early enough to get some food in and drink some Nuun Energy on the walk over to the ballpark. As silly as it may sound to some, your race day ‘outfit’ can play a critical roll in how well you perform on any given day. For me, the two most critical pieces are my shirt and my shoe choices. For this race, I went with my Boston Strong technical tee that I picked up at Marathon Sports while in Boston last year and my Skechers GoRun Ride 4’s. Most of the 9run6 crew was running the half marathon, so we all planned to meet outside the main gates to the ballpark for a ‘before’ photo. Pretty awesome group of folks, if I say so myself.
The 9run6 Crew ready to throw down some PB’s!!
With this being my buddy Brad’s first official half marathon, he planned to just stay with me the entire way as we were both seeking the same goal time of sub 2:00. We had talked about it a bit and knew that we wanted to keep a steady pace all the way through with mile times between 9:00 and 9:09/mi. We were both in Wave 1 and with the clocking coming up on 7:45am, we made our way into the corral and lined up at the 9:00/mi sign awaiting the starting horn. We planned on being just in front of the 2:00 hour pacer, but couldn’t seem to find him in the starting corral. Exactly at 7:45 the horn blew and we started the ‘pre-race shuffle’ up to the actual starting line. Crossing the starting line we both started our watches and began the task of weaving around other runners who were going slower than we wanted. This weaving continued for roughly the first 2 miles before being able to settle into a spot and run your race. It was just after mile 1 that Brad finally saw the 2:00 hour pacer and he was just ahead of us. Brad had made more moves in the first 2 miles passing slower runners, and really wanting to get ahead of the 2:00 hour pacer and was now about 20 yards ahead of me at the mile 2 marker. The first two mile ticked by a little quick at 8:41/mi and 8:39/mi. I wanted to catch up to Brad but knew that the 1st 2 miles were a little to fast and trying to catch him meant I would have to maintain that pace. I figured it was best to let him go and now that I found a spot to settle into, I could just run my race and pace it out at some 9:00/mi and get my sub 2:00. Just after mile 2 I caught and passed the 2:00 hour pacer. Miles 3 through 7 were right where I wanted them to be, ranging from 9:00/mi to 9:07/mi.
In my 1st half marathon I neglected to have any sort of fuel during the actual race and found that I faded drastically towards the middle of the race. Even during my 13 mile training run leading up to this race, I found that my body quit on me around mile 12. It was right after that run, I decided I better get some sort of race fuel to hopefully get me through the ‘crash’ I had been experiencing. After a little bit of research, I decided on using the Honey Stinger Organic Energy Chews. I tried them out on a couple of longer runs just to make sure that they didn’t give me any kind of stomach issues while running. During the race, I made sure to grab some water or electrolytes at each aid station. I know it was early in the race, but right around mile 2 I threw in my first energy chew. I quickly found that for some reason on this day, they seemed a little difficult to chew up and swallow while maintaining any sort of breathing rhythm. The next time I popped one in was around mile 5 and it too was difficult to maintain a breathing rhythm, so I just decided to put it in between my cheek & gum and let it dissolve slowly. This seemed to work a little better, but they sure don’t dissolve on there own very quickly.
The Shamrock’n course winds through Downtown Sacramento for the first 4 miles and then up onto the American River bike trail for the next 6 miles or so, before heading back into downtown Sacramento and then into Raley Field for the big finish. After finishing 7 miles, I was averaging a 8:56/mi, thanks to the 1st 2 mile splits, and on pace to finish with a 1:57:03. I was feeling good and had found someone who was running at the same pace I was, so I just tucked in behind my unintentional pacer and kept charging away. But it was Brad was still somewhere up ahead, but I could no longer see him. I was hoping that I wouldn’t se him and he would crush his sub 2:00 hour goal. But lets be honest, there was also a part of me that was hoping I would see him and pass him before the finish. Running may be an individual sport where you are rooting for everyone around you to perform at their best, but we all like to ‘win’ too. My unknowing pacer that I had tucked in behind stopped to get some water at the 7.5 mile aid station and now I was on my own again.
Gabbi & I had talked before about how my hardest struggle in running a half seems to be a mental block that I hit somewhere around mile 10. For whatever reason, my body just wants to shut it down after 10 miles and call it a day. It just so happened that Gabbi would be home on spring break from University of San Francisco the week of the race. So she suggested that she come out and meet me at about mile 10 and help me through to the end. Talk about EXCITING!!! I always love running with my girl and her helping me through the last 3 miles was more than I could ask for. The night before the race, we took a look at the course and figured out the easiest spot for her to join me, it would be coming up the small hill exiting Old Sacramento just after mile 9.
I could tell my body was starting to fade with mile 8 coming in at 9:25/mi and mile 9 at 9:18/mi, but I was excited to meet up with Gabbi so I tried to keep my pace steady. Coming up from the underpass out of Old Sacramento I could see her waiting just before the top of the hill. She quickly joined me and began motivating and cheering me on. She told me that the 2:00 pace group was just up ahead and pointed them out for me, they were definitely within reach if we just kept our pace. I asked her if she saw Brad and she said he was right in front of the 2:00 pacer. My goal now, with Gabbi by my side, was to catch up to the 2:00 pacer and just stay there. I told Gabbi about my unintentional pacer, but that I had lost them about 1.5 miles back and had been on my own. Shortly after the course finds itself back up on the American River bike trail, Gabbi saw Brad walking up ahead. She sped up in front of me and when she got to Brad, patted him on the back, and gave him some encouragement to run with us. Brad picked it up for just a bit with us, but then he fell behind us and at this point in the day I had to keep looking forward, I couldn’t look back at where I’d been.
We passed mile 10 at 9:20/mi and I was trying to hold on for just 5k more. My sub 2:00 was still in site, but I was starting to fade. Coming out of Miller Park there is a slight downhill run towards the mile 11 marker. I was doing all I could to keep going, and Gabbi was cheering me on and trying to boost me up, but my quads had really started to tighten up I was slowing drastically. At mile 11 there was a water station and as sad as it was, I knew I had to walk for a bit, with mile 11 coming in at 9:43/mi. Looking back, I really think I could have kept going, but my mind got the better of me again. I grabbed both a water and an electrolyte and walked for about 2 minutes. It was during this 2 minutes that the disappointment set in as I realized my sub 2:00 had just slipped away. Gabbi continued to try and boost me up and help me along to the finish and now my goal was to beat my previous PB of 2:04:27. I was pretty upset with myself, for letting my mind quit before my body did, but I knew I had to pull it together and get moving.
We re-entered the streets of downtown Sacramento and crossing the mile 12 marker my Garmin showed a mile time of 11:51/mi. A sub 2:00 was nowhere in sight now, so I had to muster up my strength and salvage the race with a new PB. Turning onto Capitol Mall, you can see the Tower Bridge once again, and know you are almost there. It’s along this stretch that I really noticed and appreciated the cheering and encouragement from total strangers. Everything from the usual cheer of ‘You only have 1 mile to go!’ to the ‘You got this, you can do it!’. The best one by far though was ‘Come on Boston Strong you got this, you know there aren’t many of those shirts in Sacramento!’.
Less than a mile to go at this point!!
Since Gabbi wasn’t registered for the race, she was just helping her old man through the part of the race that usually beats him, I had suggested that she peel off the race course just before we entered Raley Field which is basically at the mile 13 marker. Once you enter Raley Field, there is nowhere to get out of the way of the other runners unless you run all the way across the finish line. As we approached the stadium, we both kind of forgot about that decision. She was focusing on pulling me through to the finish line and continually giving me encouragement that we kept going together. We crested Tower Bridge and hit the mile 13 marker at a 9:52/mi and were just about to turn into the stadium. The last 1/10 of a mile to go we picked up the pace and we entered the stadium side by side and with only about 100 meters left, she began to sprint with her old man in tow. I tried to catch her, but just couldn’t quite make it there. Funny thing is, I was actually slowed a little bit when I almost, literally, ran over my unintentional pacer in the last 10 yards of the race. Official race time of 2:03:21 (9:25/mi), a new official PB of just over 1 minute.
Hitting the finish line with Gabbi just in front of me
As upset with myself as I was about not getting my sub 2:00, I have to be realistic and consider setting a new PB a pretty damn good day. But without a doubt, the highlight of the race is having my daughter come out and run with me trying to help me reach my goal. She knew what it means to me and wanted to do everything in her powers to help me achieve it. Talk about a special feeling as a father!!!!
Now fast forward just a couple days after the race, and my wife sends me a link to the DIVAS Half Marathon & 5k Race in San Francisco held this May. I ask her if she’d like to run in that race and she says she would, but it’s just for woman. I immediately tell her that I would go support her!!!! We text back and forth just a bit about the race and then she says that ‘it’s expensive and she’s nervous’. It was at this point that it hit me, I think she is talking about doing the half marathon. Holy Smokes this is AWESOME, I think to myself. See, Lady Di has never run a race longer than a 5k and I think the longest training run she has been on is just over 6.5 miles, so when she replied that she was thinking of doing the half I was both surprised and excited for her. We talked a little bit about it and decided that stepping up from basically running a maximum of a 10k to a half marathon in just over 2 months might be a little much for her based upon her limited ability to train. Looking at the race calendar, we agreed that her 1st half marathon would be the 2015 Urban Cow. Wasting no time, I signed her up for the race so she couldn’t back out of her decision.
Now it’s onto training for my next big race, The San Francisco Marathon on July 26, 2015!!
Better add some hills into my TSFM training