Good Morning! How was everyone’s weekends!?
In short… mine was phenomenal.
Everything about it was perfect. Since dropping my most hated class and finally being done with midterms, I didn’t have to focus on work at all this weekend and instead gave 100% to spending time at home, hanging out with my dad… and oh ya– Running at 3 min Half PR.
I did not run Thursday or Friday last week. In fact, I did absolutely nothing. Not even weight lifting. That was not out of choice. I actually attempted a run on Thursday, but after 3 mins I stopped and decided my legs just weren’t having it. Friday, I didn’t even try. My legs were tired and heavy walking up and down stairs and jogging to the mailbox (I jog, bc walking takes an extra 30 secs and I get antsy).
I of course was all worried about these lethargic feelings and whined to my dad that I just felt rotten. He knows me well enough and has done enough races with me to know to ignore me and what I really want to hear is, “Honey you are fine. Your legs are fine. Just have fun and don’t get injured.”
So Friday, after getting my hair cut– I will show you a picture only because this a rare sighting of Andrea with her hair down–
Dad and I sat down to my normal pre-race dinner- Salmon, sweet potatoes, and broccoli. Dessert was my usual delicious blend of greek yogurt and berries!
((FYI, my mom is in Palm Springs, CA playing in the championship tennis tournament. Ya I know, my family is active and Bad A$$))
We woke up at 5am with rain POURING down. How great, we thought. We hoped in the car and drove to Purdue (1:10 north of Indianapolis) with the hopes that it would get better/stop. It didn’t. Shocker. Not only was it pouring, but it was pitch black out. It was an 8am race and at 7:55am as Dad and I sat in the car with the heater on, staring out in the dark with other car headlights mesmorizing us, we seriously considered our sanity. Was this worth it?!
We had ZERO warm up. We grabbed our race packets and sat in the car for the next 30 mins take silly pictures.
At 5 mins till go time, we decided it would probably be a good idea if we started heading to the start line.
The conditions were awful. It was still cold and rainy. I was in my new racing flats that I hadn’t run more than 8 stride outs in, I was wearing a brand new pair of Mizuno shorts, a new dri-fit costco long sleeve, my hair in a pony tail (not braid!), and I had not done a bit of stretching/jogging. A good race (let alone a PR) was the furthest thing from my mind. But at the start, Dad said, “Honey, if you think you have a chance of winning this thing, stay strong and go for it.” I thought he was nuts!! No way, I am hear to make it to the finish line.
But, as always, that start line energy… that unexplainable bond you feel with the thousands of strangers, all sopping wet and freezing in the dark with you… grabs a hold of your heart and mind and excites and inspires you like nothing else can.
As we took off, I knew from the first 100 meters that my legs were ready to fly. They were ready to be put to the test. I was ready to see what they could do.
What was different about this race than any other race I have run in 6 years… was I actually raced it. Not since High School have I truly raced a race. Sounds funny. Sure I always race myself and my time … but racing others? Racing for place? for position? planning race strategy? Nope… I had not really done that in years. Usually for half marathons (and most certainly for my 1 marathon I have done, it was not about racing. It was running (hard, yes) but running for myself and running to do my best.) This race felt different because it was truly a race.
I won’t go through mile after mile. Just know that I was feeling great. Legs were responding. Breathing was 100% under control. I was focused. I had the mental strength from miles and miles of long, solo runs with out music. It was incredible.
Here are my splits:
- Mile 1–7:10
- Mile 2–6:55
- Mile 3–6:48
- Mile 4–6:42
- Mile 5–6:37
- Mile 6–6:41
- Mile 7–6:36
- Mile 8–6:32
- Mile 9–6:40
- Mile 10–6:32
- Mile 11–6:24
- Mile 12–6:37
- Mile 13–6:08
- last .1 –6:00 pace
((Miles 6, 9, 11, 12 were loooooong hills that just about killed me))
I finished in a 3 min PR time of 1:27.03 as the 1st women and 16th overall!
I couldn’t believe it! I am still on cloud nine…. I look down at my legs and seriously wonder how such normal looking things did it. My dad also PRed at got a 1:44:45 ! As a 59 (1.5 moths shy of 60) year old… I would say that is AWESOME!!
As the winner, I got 300$ and a Purdue Boilermaker Half coffee mug (seriously the greatest gift you could have given me).
Afterward we headed to Panera where I ordered off of their “hidden menu”– All of their Power Meals that they don’t advertise or put on their menu– you have to ask for them.
I got the Power Breakfast Bowl of steak, eggs, avocados, tomatoes and onions. It was amazing. Totally hit the spot after the run!
Then after a lazy Saturday, we finished it up with a glorious meal at Outback Steakhouse followed by watching The Heat which we just picked up on DVD! ((Seriously, if you haven’t seen it, go buy it right now.))
I spent most of the day devouring every single complex carb I could find. Seriously… I mentioned this in an earlier post that the days after races I just crave pretzels, cereal, and other carb-snacky food ALL THE TIME. It mentally really messes me up… but I also heard from a lot of you that the few days post race you also eat lots?! (or maybe I am just hoping this is what you do… ha)
Lazy, boring, but watched a bit of the Colts/Bronco’s game which is a HUGE deal in Indianapolis because Bronco’s QB Payton played on colts and got us the Superbowl championship a few years ago…
Whew! That was long!! Thanks for hanging in there (even if you didn’t really or just skimmed!)
Have a great Monday everyone! You are wonderful 🙂
Any races or great runs happen for you guys this weekend?!?
Did you guys know of Panera’s hidden Power Menu?