Until yesterday morning, I had yet to participate in any of the HARRA Series races this season and was waiting to incorporate this 18.6-miler into my training and in hopes of getting a second invite as a Local Elite for the Houston Marathon weekend next month.
I ran this race last year and really enjoyed it. Just hearing from word-of-mouth from others, this is a course and event people really like or dislike. I fall into the former category finding, Palm Royale's 3 loops to be manageable and relatively fast if you manage it well. I also scored my first invite last year there, so Andy Stewart's event already evoked some good memories and vibes for me. Staying at my mother's in Sugar Land is also another perk I get to enjoy; this eliminates some of the race-morning travel anxiety.
I came into the event focused. I had been resting every night after work and micro-managing my diet (even more than usual) and supplementation as well as working little taper in TrainingPeaks to a "T"-this walls the hardest part: as my boyfriend would likely attest, I was close to clawing up the walls by Saturday.
I arrived Sunday morning with a mild but manageable case of nerves. I tried to keep to myself as I changed into my Brooks Racer ST-4s, warmup slowly and get to the starting line with no fuss. The misty, cool weather was not the 60-something degrees and sunny as advertised, but I was comfortable enough out there to get the work done.
The first 3 miles began with a relatively slow pace. Suzy Walters the Master's Winner, had passed me briefly in the first mile, and I wisely hung back and was patient. My goal, as with last year was good race management: 6:30 for the first 15 and then anything goes for the last 3.6.
Upon arrival to Palm Royale Dr., the main race course, I started first place with a comfortable lead. I felt great and was right on pace and focused. I completed my first loop behind a small group of guys buying my time before I start manipulating things a bit. At the 6-mile aid station, I saw my boyfriend, mother, and coach, and I had to smile. I loved having their support out there and being able to share my racing experience with them at some magnitude. That gave me a little boost so I chugged my Gatorade (I really wanted water, but missed the right cup), getting a considerable amount in my right eye, blinking and re-centering, I met up with two gentlemen with whom we would share the load for the next 9 miles or so. And, by the way, Gartorade burns your eyes! Just FYI.
Shortly afterward, I fully refueled with a CytoMax gel after the Gatorade was absorbed and focused on the rhythm of the race, checking my splits, some were irregular due to fueling and moving past the other runners on the outside, but it turned out not to matter much. Soon enough, the planned key moment arrived: mile marker 15. This was where Bill had instructed me to drop the pace and bring it in strong. I was still feeling alright so I began to lower the hammer. I averaged about a 6:20 pace for mile 16, again for 17, and the last segment I went sub-6:20. I kept telling myself I could do it, and a sense of euphoria set in on the last drag down Sweetwater. Psychology is huge in the last portion of any race.
Knowing I had the win, invite and all the other perks upon reaching the Town Square, I felt a surge of energy as I made my way down the cobblestone street, seeing all my friends and family cheering me on. As I turned the corner, I saw the clock: my predicted goal time was a 2:01, I had the opportunity to break that time and surged through the chute: 2:00:55! I was not intending to be a drama queen crossing the finish, but I couldn't help it as I pumped my arms wildly in the air Upon executing a great race for me.
Here are the splits: Total Time-2:00:55; Avg. Pace: 6:30.
6:41 (slow pack pace), 6:21, 6:38, 6:30, 6:20, 6:37, 6:28, 6:27, 6:24, 6:31, 6:31, 6:35, 6:29, 6:25, 6:35, 6:19,6:20, 6:17, 4:09 (last .6 or so).
After getting my wits and some fluids in, I made my arrangements with the Elite coordinator for the Marathon. This year, I will likely be participating in the Aramco Half Marathon this year (Boston will be my A effort), running alongside (or more like behind!) my hero Kelly Jaske and witnessing Shalane Flanagan's half marathon debut. I am really excited about this opportunity.
Today, however, it is back to reality, writing reports for work and getting some of the mild soreness I feel out of my hamstrings, obliques and neck.