Showing posts with label paradise coast half marathon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paradise coast half marathon. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Things I've Learned from My Half Marathons

Long-distance running is a wonderful teacher. (It's also pretty relative. There was a time when 4 miles seemed like an impossible feat for me!) You have to respect a distance that bleeds into the double-digits and during which you may need to literally eat while you run.

Now that I've done six half marathons and am gearing up to try-try again for a full in the winter, I find myself reflecting on those previous races. They've definitely taught me a lot.

Half #1: Naples Daily News 2011
The pain in my face is real. I stupidly ran this because I'd paid, even though I had no business running it.
My first half marathon, run on literally zero training, taught me the value of following a plan. I let work and stress get in the way and ended up "running" this half in 2:56. I came out of it humbled, injured, and angry at running. I learned from this race that dedication is key. I was fired up to try again and do it right next time.

Half #2: the St. Pete Women's 2012
Training well with my partner really helped us PR this race!
Learning from our mistakes, Kelsey and I trained our hearts out for the St. Pete Women's Half the following year. And boy did it pay off! I PR'd by over 40 minutes, finishing in 2:15 on the nose. This half taught me that you can achieve way more than you expect if you do the training. I never expected to run a race of this distance in that kind of time. I learned that sometimes dedication means running at 4:30am. This race also taught me the value of long runs! I'll never neglect those again.

Half #3: Naples Daily News 2013
Kelsey and her oldest daughter cheer me on at the finish.
There was a light and dark side to my lessons with my second attempt at the NDN, and I think this one was the biggest learning experience for me. While I did learn to take failure in stride (my time was 2:37, and coming off my PR that was hard to swallow), I also learned that I need some time off between big races. This race had me convinced that January was a bad race month for me in general. I raced this half totally burned out, and it showed. I learned that rest and recuperation are key.

Half #4: Fort Myers Beach 2013
Lesson learned: stay positive!
 If half #3 taught me to accept failure, then half #4 taught me to stay positive. After the second NDN half, I decided to change my mindset. I vowed to be more positive about running, because after all, why run if I don't love it? This race was supposed to be my first full, but an injury knocked me down to the half. I nearly didn't run it at all - I was on antibiotics for an upper-respiratory infection - but I just couldn't back out. This half was painful in many ways (my finish was my second-slowest at 2:41), but I felt like superwoman for finishing because I stuck it out and gave it what I had. I raced smart for my circumstances. I learned that we can't control every aspect of race day - like the jump in temperature or my illness - but we can control our attitude. I learned to be mentally tough. On a practical note, I also learned the importance of hydration on fueling during the training for this race!
Half #5: Suncoast 2014
I wonder if Mom knew she was going to be matching me when she went with her purple vest!
I was so excited for this half. It cut through my parents' neighborhood, meaning I'd run most of the route at one time or another and knew exactly what to expect. I wanted to make up for the previous half's bad luck, and boy did I! The weather was cool and overcast; it even rained toward the end. But what I learned from this race was 1) to never underestimate the energy boost a cheering section will give you, and 2) making friends on the course is a great distraction. This race taught me that coming into the finishing chute with your hands raised is totally acceptable, because even if you don't PR a race (my time was a respectable 2:24 on this one), you've still done something amazing. I also broke two "curses" on this race: the January-curse and the mile-9-slump!

Half #6: Paradise Coast 2014
Could this starting-line photo be any more perfect?
The pattern I've noticed in my most recent half marathons is that the more positive I feel going into a race, no matter my goals, the better experience I have. This race, which I ran the day after my birthday as a celebration for myself, was my best by far. I remembered my previous lessons: fuel, hydrate, dedicate and push yourself, and be mentally tough. Coming off Ragnar, I had no goal. I just wanted to have fun and do my thing. But here's the beauty of teaching and learning: when you remember the lessons and apply them, great things happen. It took three half marathons (not including the distance I raced overnight for Ragnar) in between to do it, but I finally earned a new PR (2:11) on this race. More importantly, I learned the value of digging deep and challenging myself. I learned that even training mostly alone, I am capable of great things. I learned to balance running with others, running alone, long runs, speedwork, and other training/cross-training techniques. Oh, and I learned the right podcast can really give you a leg up.

One of the best things about running is how much it teaches us about ourselves and our abilities. With these lessons under my belt, I feel ready to tackle my first marathon in November. I know now that I must (and more importantly, CAN) do the training; control what I can and let go of what I can't; and stay positive and mentally tough.

(Detailed race recaps can be found under the "My Races" tab at the top of the page.)

What have you learned from your previous races?
What is your favorite distance to race?
Have you ever had a race that was just ROUGH, but taught you a lesson?

ABK

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Paradise Coast Half Marathon

I didn't actually set any goals for this half. It was so soon after Ragnar that I wasn't sure what my legs would allow me to do, despite my awesome runs this week. So my goal was simply: run it. Really run it. Ragnar has taken some of the easy-going attitude out of my runs lately and has reminded me that pushing myself can feel really freaking good.

So I went into the race knowing I'd push myself and embrace the discomfort. I also kept in mind a question recently posed by Kristina over at Blog About Running. Some studies suggest that starting slow is best, while others say that starting fast will win you a faster over-all time, even if you slow down in the end.
Pre-race: the crazed look just comes naturally. I wore the BondiBand to keep my ears warm. It worked!
This morning it was 48 degrees before race time. This was a definite reprieve from last week's brutal heat, but it was a totally different kind of pain. Matt and I arrived at the venue around 6:25, which gave me just enough time to use the bathroom and mentally prepare myself to freeze for the first mile of the race. (I warmed up nicely at that point, and by the end - even though it was only 60 when I finished - I was uncomfortably warm.)
The full moon was still high and bright when we began, but of course you can't really see it in the pic.
A little after 7am, off we went! The course took us through a beautiful community in Naples; having just run a half through my parents' golf community, I was excited to have gorgeously manicured lakes and topiaries to distract me.
Meg and I ran into Rachel, another teacher at our school who was running her FIRST HALF EVER today. So exciting!
Excited to get going!
Meg left me in the dust not long after this picture was taken. Speedy!
I decided to gun it in the beginning and see where it got me.
Around mile 4, when I ate my first Clif Bloks, I was beginning to feel the pain of the fast start. My legs were tired!

In the past, feeling tired this early would have completely shut me down. I would have walked, felt stupid for taking an unplanned walk break so early, and thrown the rest of the race. But my mind is a better friend these days, and I refused to listen to any kind of negative self-talk.
Pretty much every photo I took was wobbly or sideways, so here are some pictures from the race's website.
Another from the website.
The ONLY passable picture I took during the race.
At this point, I changed over from music to the Savage Love podcast. I needed a distraction if I wanted to keep pushing the pace. It worked! I was able to keep my pace a little more comfortable without slowing down too much. I knew by mile 6 that I was heading for a PR, and I refused to let up on myself.
A change in tunes helped me get back on a steady pace. From this point on, the positive splits show where I ate/drank.
Matt met me at mile 7 for a quick photo, and then I was in for the homestretch! The route was a nice loop, so once we were back on familiar ground I felt my energy rev back up.
Mile 7, still happy!

My splits are all over the place, but I couldn't be happier!
I noticed a girl tagging behind me, and she apologized. "This is my first half, and I just really like your pace!" We struck up a conversation and ran most of the last two miles together.
Almost there...!
8/20 AG, 184/351 OA, chip time 2:11:38!
The last half mile was on gravel, which I didn't love, but when I saw the clock I knew I'd made it and all the struggle was worth it. I kicked in the last of my energy to beat 2:12, and I did.
Finally at the finish!
I PR'd by 4 minutes. I never thought I'd be able to break my previous PR. It took over a year to do it, but I did! I just needed to change up my training and my mentality to do it!

I cried a little after I crossed the finish line. I was just so happy to finally have broken that PR.
Elated.
Matt and I found Meg at the massage tent. She had met her long-term goal of beating 2:00, coming in at 1:56. We both enjoyed the free massages, and then it was time to go home.
The Tiger Tail: my new favorite torture device EVER.
All smiles with our shiny new PR's!
I really do credit Ragnar for the success of this race. Learning to embrace discomfort, knowing I can do more than my mind thinks I can, realizing that (relative) speed is still something I can achieve, remembering the feeling of a great race...All this fed into my determination to just kick butt today.

And yes, this was my first race of my new age, the race I ran in honor of my birthday, and I couldn't have asked for better. Best. birthday present. EVER.

ABK