First of all, I know this post is almost a month late, but none the less, here it is. For some reason, after each race I am either very eager to write about it, or not eager at all. I have noticed that if I've had a really good race, I am less inclined to write about it. It is as I feel that there is nothing to say of value. I got ready, I raced, and it went well. Blah. Why would people want to read about that. In an effort not to annoy everyone with that kind of stuff, I will try to focus on the mental aspect of this race. Yes, I am a very mental person.
For some odd reason, going into the race week, I wasn't feeling any usual pre-race jitters or nervousness. It is almost like I've made a peace with my mind. I was going into the race with a very relaxed mentality. Considering that this was Amy's A race, as she wanted to BQ, there was enough pre-race nerves going around the house. The plan was to stick with Amy and 3:35 pace group. Crash and burn or run for glory. You can read all the details about Philly and Amy's race at her post.
|It is early but I am ready|
I despise the short loop over the Falls Bridge, as I see it as pointless junk miles, but this year, I was surprisingly fine with it. Having all my mental energy focused on the time goal, must have erased the negativity toward that whole section. As I inched closer to the finish line, my pace started getting slower. I was on the edge of going too hard, and keeping it at the red line. Small twinges of cramps reared their head every once in a while. I knew I had to keep it steady or risk blowing up. As my pace slipped that 3:35 mark went away, but in my head I was good. I wanted to break 4 hours remember!
|We did it. BQ, PR and First Marathon for Amy's sister Cindy.|
|I did it!|
|Until next time. Cheers!|