There are races where everything works out perfect
There are races where you have to dig down deep to get the desired results
There are races where you start second guessing yourself but in the end turn out to be unwarranted
… and then there are races where you have some concerns and they turn out to be all that and then some.
Today’s race falls into the latter category. This morning IVS held their Half Marathon in Springdale Cemetery. This was my third running of this particular race but unlike the last two I was a little worried for a number of reasons. First off, the training had not been going to my liking. This was the first year I did not get a full 13 miler in before race day. I made it up to 12 twice over the last month, but that left myself with a mile of uncharted territory. Add in the trip to Vegas in the midst of my ramp up wasn’t ideal (although I did get in an 8 and a 6 in the dry heat). Probably more concerning was dealing with some major problems with my calves as a result of the new running mechanics. Turns out I migrated to the new form quicker than normally seen which left my calves unable to handle the stress of the new style beyond the 6 to 7 mile mark. I thought I had those problems mitigated with a battery of deep tissue massages and a few chiro visits. What I wasn’t expecting when I woke up this morning ended up being the one element I didn’t want.
A quick rain last night and the rising temps left a very muggy morning. Our porch thermometer showed high 70’s and the air was already thick yet I was 1.5 hrs from start time. Not what I wanted on a day I was going to be battling all the other issues to get through 13 miles in the hills. I can’t control the weather so the best thing to do is suck it up and do my best. As always, I was blessed with my own personal photographer – thanks to Linda for giving up her dog show day to take care of me – and I was definitely glad she did!
The traditional pre-race shot
You know I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity this statue left me with….
Heheheheh – I crack myself up. Humor is always the best way to deal with stress.
Hit the jump to find out how this race went .. hint.. not well