{"id":3075,"date":"2014-01-19T18:24:55","date_gmt":"2014-01-20T00:24:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/?p=3075"},"modified":"2016-12-04T03:23:47","modified_gmt":"2016-12-04T09:23:47","slug":"3m-half-marathon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/2014\/01\/19\/3m-half-marathon\/","title":{"rendered":"3M Half-Marathon"},"content":{"rendered":"

1. At the Start<\/h2>\n

It was dark. It was cold. The runners waited until the very last minute to put their warm gear in their bags, but even then they had on ratty, cotton, long-sleeved shirts and caps that they fully intended to jettison after the race was underway.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s always seemed so wasteful to me, but this year I wore one, too. Although the fair and industrious Trudy was at my side until the starting gun went off, the low 40s are cold enough that I wanted something warm for the first few miles.<\/p>\n

In the event, I jettisoned it in a pile of other thrown-aside garb somewhere just after mile 1.<\/p>\n

2. GPS Malfunction<\/h2>\n

There\u2019s a GPS watch on my wrist when I work out these days. It\u2019s relatively new, and it has changed the way I run, giving me confidence to speed up or back off at the right times. It shows elapsed time, elapsed distance. Most importantly, it shows\u00a0my minutes per mile pace.<\/p>\n

This is not new technology for runners. But for this Luddite\u00a0it is, and although it was difficult to part with the cash for such a luxury, I confess that provides an astounding sense of understanding and control over my running. So it was with some anticipation that I planned to use the watch to manage my pace and to ensure that I ran negative splits<\/a>.<\/p>\n

It was not to be.<\/p>\n

From the beginning, something went wrong with the watch. The elapsed distance never registered, showing instead 0.00 mi long into the race. And the pace appeared to get stuck after a while, not changing in spite of obvious changes in how fast (or slow) I was going.<\/p>\n

At mile five, nothing except elapsed time was updating anymore. So at mile six, where the fair and industrious Trudy was on the outside of a turn in her tan hat smiling and waving and jumping up and down, I handed her my hat and my watch. Better to be rid of the thing and concentrate on running<\/em>.<\/p>\n

3. Running Down Duval<\/h2>\n

Concentrating on running doesn\u2019t really work well for me. I end up going too fast when I should be going slower. And I end up going slow when I should be going fast. Without the watch, today was no exception.\u00a0<\/p>\n

At mile seven I passed Bejil, who was shooting for a final race time faster than me. But I felt great, and the route was sloping downhill, so I just went with it.<\/p>\n

But somewhere around mile eleven, after the turn from 45th Street onto Duval Street, as the mostly-downhill route did a brief uphill climb, I walked for a few minutes, and Bejil passed me.<\/p>\n

\u201cLooking great,\u201d she said, patting me on the shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought you\u2019d be coming by,\u201d I said, trying to smile.<\/p>\n

And then at the bottom of Duval where the course cuts thru campus, I let myself walk again.<\/p>\n

\u201cDavid!\u201d I heard behind me. \u201cOnly a mile to go!”<\/p>\n

\u201cHi Elizabeth,\u201d I said, holding out a hand to low-five her.\u00a0<\/p>\n

By the time I started running a few minutes later, they were both far ahead of me.<\/p>\n

4. Upon Reflection<\/h2>\n

I introduce myself as a back of the pack<\/em> runner when I talk to runners. It wasn\u2019t always like that, and maybe it won\u2019t always be. But it\u2019s that way now, and that\u2019s just fine.<\/p>\n

Today\u2019s run was no exception. My pace was slow, but it was within one second of my target. And that\u2019s really just fine.<\/p>\n

I ran 11:31 minutes per mile and finished somewhere around 2:31. 195 out of 219 male runners in my age category.<\/p>\n

Back of the back but fine with it.<\/p>\n

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