I am humbled and honored to have raced
the ING Miami Half Marathon. I could probably write a novel on the
experience. But I'll break it down the best I can with humility and humor for your reading pleasure.
*A half marathon PR 1:27:20
*26,000 runners. 15,000 in the half. 10th female. 1st age group. 68th overall.
*72 degree start
*A 6 mile headwind over an ocean bridge
(historically my weakness)
*Sub Elite status
*VIP everything
*Many new friends from around the world.
*And yes, I'm a dork, I warmed up with
the Ethiopians....
So, a few weeks ago I had a few long
good tempo runs. I felt I needed to jump on a half. I train my ass
off up to twice a day and never race. And racing is a skill so, it
was time. So I sent out a few emails. One to Miami. I said:
Hi Miami! I'm a runner in NC with
some good speed right now. I have a 3:02 marathon pr
and some guts.I'd love to be considered for your
Sub-elite Program. Thank you for your
consideration.
The next day I received an email from
the elite coordinator. He said, ya know what? I like you. Your
honest, not demanding. Welcome to Miami's Sub elite program.
I have never been so honored and
subsequently so stressed out. Yet so honored and so stressed out! This was a huge race. A race of 26,000 runners. The largest race of my life.
And I was hoping for the time of my life. I almost immediately
accepted the invitation. Clearly, there was pressure. I told
absolutely no one but my training partner and coach. I couldn't even
think about the ramifications of tanking this race. I had my best
friends and family in the Miami area...still not a word. Sister,
mother...no one. I needed to focus and get in race mode.
So I left Raleigh in an ice storm.
Delays put me into MIA at nearly 2am Friday night. Someone from the
race was scheduled to pick me up. I didn't see anyone. MIA was empty. It was late. I
had been in the airports for 7 hours. I hopped in a cab. I needed
sleep.
The next day I had a few meetings to
attend and a shake out run. I ran first then went to Elite
headquarters to check in and put some Mio in my water bottles that
were to be placed at miles 3, 6, and 9. From that point on I was
catered to from the most hospitable race staff I've ever met. I didn't even have to squirt my own Mio. lol. They also immediately apologized for leaving me at the airport. They went and I
wasn't there and left. No biggie.
I came back to my room and rested. I
had had only 3 hours of sleep the night before. I was in downtown
Miami so everything took forever. Finding my anal retentive food
items, my coffee etc. Before I knew it, it was time for the mandatory
elite meeting to go over race protocol.
The room was filled with many uh, fast
people. The first thing the Race Director said was, “how many of
you just arrived from Ethiopia via London?” Hands of athletes and
agents flew up. I squirmed in my seat. Which was probably documented
because the meeting had a photographer. I may not be the fastest
today but shit, I can give you a photo. Lol. I hope I can find those.
So we went over every detail from pothole locations to staying with
your handler.
After that we ate the best dinner ever.
I met the coolest coaches, agents, authors, race officials. The
people I google were right there with me. Some good chit-chat and new
friends.
So now it was late. I took my distended
tummy to bed and set the alarm for 2:45. I slept maybe 4.5 hours.
The mornings agenda was:
4:30 headquarters to walk the elites to
the stadium.
5-5:45 stretching and warm up.
5:45 we left as a group to the starting
area.
6:15 gun time
I was semi jacked. I had a good warm
up, stretched and was ready. The following is a classic case of
ignorance is bliss. I thought there was ONE gun for the half, full
and elites. Well, thank god I didn't know this at the time but there
was an elite gun. I knew I wasn't going to be chasing down anyone. There
were the top American women and men, East Africa, Columbia,
Guatemala, Netherlands. The front row looked like a Running Times
cover. I was going to run a smart race and prayed I could draft off
the some of the 27,000 people behind me as we headed over a 3 mile
bridge into the strongest head winds ever. NOPE.
I was with a few elite female marathoners
and we cursed the winds and tried to work together. At about mile 5
we turned onto Ocean drive on South Beach. I used to work here in
college. I busted my ass till 3am on weekends to put myself through
college. Now I was running down this street at 7am reminiscing and
forcing myself to focus. I was thinking, I'm glad I'm not picking
plastic cups out of the gutter anymore..zoom zoom. Later!
For a few miles it was hit or miss
wind. My goal was 6:34 pace avg. The entire race I kept that. I knew
that meant a 1:25:5X. I stayed focused. I never got loopy. I begged
myself to not blow up. I felt like I could drop the pace but we had
more bridges coming and I didn't feel it was a good move.
At mile 9 I had the best shout out
ever: A female spectator yelled out: I love your abs! I was like YES!
The crunches are working!! Then a male runner pulled up to me and
said, I'm running with you because you get the crowd going. I was
like fine, but I'm drafting off you bud. Lol
My goal was to keep the 6:34's going
until mile 11 and then hammer. I was thinking to myself, holy shit:
a. I'm gonna pr
b. I'm not dying
c. I'm in control and having fun
and I have a sub 1:26 in the bank.
PS. having someone yell: Elite 105 at a water stop and handing you your special drink is freaking cool. Especially to someone like me who can't drink from a dixie cup to save her life. I also took water for my head and to drink at all 9 water stops. It was hot!
So I keep going. The scream tunnels
were the coolest. Think Ryan Hall Boston 2011. I was definitely using
them to push. I should have been near the finish but my watch was
pushing 13.3 and the road kept curving. I was like WTF, mats please!
I finally hit the mats with some good kick and saw 1:27:1x. Before I
could say WTF the elite coordinator had a handler escort me to the
tent. My elation for 1:25 was killed. I didn't understand. My garmin
said 6:34 pace. Well peeps, don't trust your garmin.
I was disappointed in the number
because had I have know I needed to pick it up I would have. I knew I could handle 6:34 pace. But I
didn't want to get cocky and run 6:30 flat so I was patiently waiting
for my 1:25 at 6:34 pace. So, they take me to my bags and hand me a
medal. I immediately had to see what the other runners thought. Yup,
wind was confirmed, heat killed many. But I was still standing. 10th
female out of 15,000+ runners in the half, a PR and excelling in horrible
conditions. I am still irked but content.
Here's my garmin. Perfect aside from mile 4. All I can say is it was dark and I'm glad I didn't see that one.
After that I mingled and got everyone's
story. I changed and we went to awards. I won first in my age group. They didn't present AG awards so after that I thanked the
coordinators and left for my hotel.
I'm headed back to the sub freezing temps in NC now. I am PUMPED as hell for my March half and Boston. I needed to get back out there after a slight hiatus of not racing.
Let's roll guys!! 8 recovery on deck in a few hours.
Happy Running!
Laura
Here are some pics:
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| Miles 1-3 HARD WIND |
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| dinner time elevator pic |
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| elite dinner |
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| my thoughts at 3am |
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| y'all know this |
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| I swear this was pre coffee. lol |
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| 4am heading to race |
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| This is my race morning "security banana" I didn't eat it but it made me feel safe should I starve to death pre race. |
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| Me and Miguel the Elite Coordinator. |
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| Me and Dane Rauschenberg. A badass runner/author. Buy his book! |
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| elite area post race at the finish line |
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| more vip tents |
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| can you feel the wind?! |
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| Me, Miguel and his own running coach |
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| overall female half |
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| Recovery... |
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| The best news a tired runner could hear: Are you ok with Exit row ma'am? |
Later Taters!
