Race Report :: Philadelphia Distance Run 9.21.08 13.1 miles

Sunday was my second half marathon of the year, the Philadelphia Distance Run.

Let's start with the 430 am wakeup on Sunday. I don't know why, but I just hate being rushed on race day. I'd rather get to the race an hour beforehand, get stretched out, and get in several warm up runs and paces back and forth before the start of the race. I found a parking garage about a 1/2 mile away and made my way towards the start line, which was at Eakins Oval right outside of the Philly Museum of Art around 6am. I was early. The volunteers were even groggy eyed and the corals and starts hadn't even been set up yet. No matter. Plenty of time for my gear check, stretches, warmup runs and pacing.

About 40 minutes before the race I decided to make my way to the porta john. The lines were unbelievable. If there was one thing this race didn't prepare itself for it was the crowd at the portajohns. Rudely, I pretended not to know where the line ended and cut about 100 people in line. Still I waited 25 minutes or so in line and got to my corral only 20 minutes before the race.

Coral 3. Not bad at all. A clear view of the start line. And I thought I wouldn't face too much traffic going out. Now, in my head I knew that I hadn't put in the mileage neccessary for this race. I didn't have one training run of race distance, and only 2 runs of 10 miles or more during the final month of training. So, the plan was for a conservative first 10k. See how I felt at mile 9, and then hopefully push the final 5k. That was the plan.

As the race started it took perhaps a minute for me to get to the start, and immediately I was already impatient with the traffic. I found myself going to the outside and passing people left and right. I didn't anticipate I was going too fast, I just didn't want to stick myself in the middle of a slower pack.

The first two miles took us through old city. Pass City hall, the liberty bell, all the historic places. And with what seemed like 15-20 turns. That's an exageration, but there were sevaral turns. And as we hit the turns the elbows were hitting other runners sides. Not maliciously. It was still just very crowded for those first several turns.

Passing the first two miles I felt good. I told myself i wouldn't look at my watch till 5k, I didn't want to get too caught up in pace and just run my race comfortably. At 5k, 21:30 and change. Okay. So that would be a PR 5k for me. It didn't seem as though i was following my plan. But at the same time. At this rate, it seemed silly (in my head) to slow down. By milemarker 5 the clock read under 35 minutes which meant I would be under 34. I'm convinced that mile marker was off.

Regardless at 10k, I was at 45:17. Again, what would be a PR for me for the 10k distance. It was at this point I started to get a bit concerned that I went out too fast. But I had convinced myself to say fuck it, and just hold the pace as long as I could. Thankfully at this point we were on MLK drive along the Schukyl river, and the road was flat. I noticed around mile 8 I still was doing more passing than getting passed, and as we crossed mile 8, I looked at my watch and ralized I was just under an hour.

At mile nine we crossed over the Falls River Bridge and were on our way back to the Art Museum and Eakins Oval. I knew if I was gonna hit a wall it would be soon, But I also knew if I was to run 8 minute miles from here on out I'd be in at 140 and change.

Sadly the wall chose to win out more than the 8 minute miles. I grabbed a Power Bar Gel from a drink stand and hoped to get a boost of energy. As I ingested it I realized my word that tastes like shit and also re-cut off several runners as I made my way to the water station 50 yards down the way. Sad to say the bar didn't give me the energy I desired, and by mile 10, for the first time, I noticed I was being passed much more often than passing. Still, though I knew that my strategy was long ago fallen by the wayside, and a 1:40 seemed to lose time with every step, I knew that I had a chance to definitely beat my Indy time of 1:44:52. So that was the new motivation for the final 5k.

And the final 5k was difficult, no two ways about it. It was a struggle. As I looked at my final 5k split on the website, I realized I ran my final 5k in 26 minutes. 5 slower than my first 5k. After what seemed like forever we came up on the final mile. Sadly this was going STRAIGHT into the sun. I had shed my singlet 2 miles previous as it was damp as hell with sweat, but now running the final mile, for the first time I really felt the heat.

Still, going into that final 1/4 mile I knew barring a total collapse I would beat my Indy time. As we rounded Eakins Oval, I had in my head that it would seem MUCH longer than my warmup runs earlier that morning. Perhaps that was some sort of reverse psychology that worked. The final quarter though painful wasn't too bad. I pushed towards the finish and came in at what I though was 1:43:05 according to my watch. (My Chip time was quicker!) And I leaned over desperate to catch breath. I was swearing to myself I'd put in proper mileage before my next half.

I wandered around the recovery area somewhere between pleased with my new PR, and disappointed in my final 5k. I eventually made my way over to the finish to cheer others in, and suddenly my mood changed a bit. Seeing people come in at 2:20-2:30 and pushing as hard as they could to get there, but with a smile on their face at their accomplishment put stuff in perspective a bit. Yeah, I faded down the stretch, but I still PR'd and I wasn't sure anymore I had the right to be pissed off about my PR anymore.

Final Results :: 13.1 miles 1:42:57 new PR