I woke up tired on Saturday morning, I wasn’t in the mood to run 13 miles, but of course I forced myself out of bed and out of my tired funk. I left my house around 7:15 and go to Flushing Meadows park around 8. I didn’t expect to be there so early, but the time passed quickly as I dropped my bag, hit the bathroom, and headed to the start line. I spent the next 30 minutes trying to stay warm and planning my race strategy.
The horn went off at 9 and we were off! I was pretty close to the beginning, so it was only a minute or so before I crossed. As you can see from the pictures, it was a beautiful day! In the 50’s with a slight breeze and a hazy sky.
My goal going into this race was to start off running 8:55 miles and I did a pretty good job holding onto that pace and not getting eager to run faster.
I don’t have too much to say about this race, but here is what it all came down to. I ran the first 9 miles perfectly! Well, at least what I thought was perfect, but after mile 9, I completely bonked. I absolutely could not hang onto my sub-9 pace anymore. It was out of the question and I was starting to see my PR slowly drift away from me.
I couldn’t help but feel defeated, tired, upset, and I was really starting to dread everything by mile 10. I thought I might still have a chance if I could magically get my pace back for the last 2 miles, but obviously that did not happen. The last mile was brutal. I have no idea when this picture was taken, but you can tell exactly how I was feeling. By the looks of it, it definitely has to be towards the end of the race.
So, I’m sure you can tell where this story is going, I did not PR. I finished in 2:00:19, 22 seconds slower than last week. Imagine how awesome this photo would’ve been if it had 1:57 on it!
Ugh. I was way more bummed and upset after this race than at the Rock N Roll USA Half last weekend. I have never truly been upset after a race before, but this one destroyed my emotions. I mean, looking back, I can see so many reasons why I didn’t PR for both races, but I WANTED it so badly this week. It was supposed to be my redemption race and I blew it.
Here are my splits:
Mile 1: 8:53
Mile 2: 8:54
Mile 3: 8:50
Mile 4: 8:53
Mile 5: 8:48
Mile 6: 8:59
Mile 7: 8:54
Mile 8: 8:48
Mile 9: 8:56
Mile 10: 9:21
Mile 11: 9:34
Mile 12: 9:47
Mile 13: 9:55
Mile .1: (8:50) pace
Other than my performance, I totally enjoyed this race and I would definitely do it again next year. Though the course was a bit repetitive, which was expected, it was a nice course. It was rather flat and there were a ton of spectators! I obviously loved the shirt they gave us and they had a fun after party, which I did not partake in. The course may not be for everyone, but I liked it and enjoyed all the different twists and turns.
As you can see from my splits, I was on course to run at least a 1:57, but my legs just weren’t having it. This was my 2nd half marathon in a week, so I’m sure that has a lot to do with it, but I felt so positive that I had it and then it was suddenly ripped right out of my hands.
I crossed the finish line and was pissed. I grabbed my food, my medal and plopped on the grass to reflect. I could’ve hung around and attempted to meet some bloggers who were there, but I was in such a sad mood that I basically left right away. I ate a piece of Naan (which was awesomely provided), and headed back to the subway.
I want that PR more than ever now. I am running the More/Fitness Women’s half in 3 weeks, but that is 2 loops of Central Park and we all know that won’t be easy, so I can’t expect too much.
I want to be a better runner, a faster runner, a stronger runner. It takes time and I know I will get there, and as I continue on this PR journey, I truly hope it comes sooner than later. Until next time.