Mohawk-Hudson Half-Marathon & Stockadeathon
My training has been pretty unstructured since the triathlon in July, but to be honest, it took me a good two months or so to feel normal on a run again. I honestly thought I’d never get back to wanting to run again, let alone feeling good on a run, but I suppose I did put my body through quite a bit over those six months!
I have some unfinished business with running and don’t think I ever really want to make the transition to become a full-fledged triathlete (I’d more like to be a runner who dabbles in really long triathlons 🙂 ). Not to mention triathlon training can be quite time consuming to balance the three disciplines, and with school, ain’t nobody got time for that! Before prices went up for the race in August and as an early birthday present/post-exam present to myself, I signed up for the Shamrock Marathon in Virginia Beach the Sunday before the end of spring break, so that is my next big race on the horizon, and I am gunning for a huge PR.
For some motivation to get myself back into running shape, last month, I ran the Mohawk-Hudson Half-Marathon on a bit of a whim. I have only heard great things abut both the half and the full (read: fast and flat), and I thought it would be pretty cool to run a race that takes place where I actually train at least once a week. Despite no specific training for the race and hoping to average 8 minute pace, I surprised myself with a 43 second PR with a time of 1:41:27 (7:45 pace). The beginning of race excitement carried me to a 7:30 minute clip, which felt oddly pedestrian (I don’t think I had run faster than 8:15 pace on a training run…maaaaaybe 8:00 pace) so I kept with it…until I heard a runner tell another that she was trying to run sub 1:40! I was vaguely aware that my PR was somewhere in the 1:42 range meaning that I needed to slow. the. heck. down. After calming down and repeating to myself that I needed to relax if I was even going to survive these 13.1 miles, I chatted and ran 4ish miles with a super nice older woman who was running the NYC marathon in a few weeks. From there, I tried to stay in the 7:45 range and realized maybe a sub 1:40 might actually be a possibility if I kept at it. I felt great until the last two miles when things started to fall apart, but not enough to keep me from a PR and a time I impressed myself with. Least favorite part of the race? When my left shoelace came untied at mile 2 causing what felt like every runner to inform me that my shoe was untied for the remaining 11.1 miles.
Running confidence somewhat restored, I signed up for the Stockadeathon three weeks after the half. The Stockadeathon is a race I’ve wanted to do for a while now. Not gonna lie, the novel race distance, a 15K, appealed to me. You see, a new race distance = an automatic PR. I am planning on using the Hanson’s Marathon Method to guide my marathon training that will officially begin next Sunday, so for the past month, I’ve just run and worked out however I felt that day, whether that meant an 8 mile run with strides at the end, step class, swimming, or spinning with friends. I set a goal of 7:30 pace based off of my half-marathon and the pretty, round, and easy to remember 1:10 finish time.
The race did not disappoint. Schenectady has always kind of sketched me out, but the race took us through the best of the city and was lined with spectators throughout almost the entire race. The rolling hills broke up the course and kept things interesting, and the last half mile that was practically all downhill was a pleasant surprise when I really started to hurt. I went out with the crowd pretty quick at sub 7 minute pace but tried to not get caught in the excitement and to settle into my goal pace. I haven’t been running with a watch lately (the darn thing takes so long to sync! And is always off by a smidge anyway), so pacing was a not-so-fun game: I freaked out any time I would look down and see that I was slower than 7:30 pace, speed up, and then realize I was running way faster than I should have been. Another fun game? Trying to get an older guy from drafting off of me at some windy points. Still, I kept averaging between 7:15 to 7:30 pace and enjoyed the perfect 50 degree weather. At the 7 mile mark, I knew sub 1:10 was within reach as long as I kept pushing and mentally told myself I only had two miles to go. Which was a lie. Because I had 2.3 miles to go. Which kind of broke my spirit for a moment and made me question whether this was going to be a thing today or not. My body began to feel heavy and my mind cloudy at this point, and I felt myself losing my pace. But here’s the great thing one of the greatest things about running-even when you think you can’t do it, your mind and your body will continually prove you wrong and show you otherwise. I remember thinking to myself, What’s the worst that could happen if I just go for it? So I went for it, refused to look at my watch, and gave it all I had for the last half mile. And seeing the timer read 1:08 as I was coming down the homestretch was the greatest thing. I finished with a 1:09:04 (7:25 pace) and smiled at the volunteer as she handed me a sub 70 minute bumper sticker…that I will surely not put on my car and have no idea what to do with, but it was still much appreciated.
My splits were crazy consistent, and I even negative splitted (how that happened is beyond me): 23:20, 23:26, 22:23 for each 5K. I love to think about how I ran my first 5K in high school in 25:04. My freshman self would be so surprised to find that I can do three 5Ks in a row even faster than I could do ONE back in the day! Even though it was my first one, the 15K may actually be my favorite distance to race now-not breakneck speed (I think I’ve lost any semblance of speed I ever had), but not long enough to hurt too badly due to lack of training like I usually do in the half-marathon. 😛 But really, there’s some great mental aspect to be able to break up the race into three 5Ks.
I’m taking the confidence I’ve gained from these two fun fall races into my marathon training this winter, and I’m excited to see where it takes me when I really buckle down and focus on running!