This morning ended up being a perfect morning for a race - temps in the the high 40's, low 50's, cloudy but no rain. My alarm went off at 5:00 a.m. and I was up (only a little bit reluctantly) packing a backpack of snacks and toys for Sophie, eating my pre-race Fruit Loops and english muffin, and digging through the laundry room for clean running clothes. By 6:15, my mom, Sophie and I were on the road to St. Cloud.
I felt very chaotic before the race - nervous about getting my race packet and making a trip to the porta potties with enough time to the start. Not sure why I was anxious, I had plenty of time. At 8:30, we were off. The first 7 miles of the race felt very easy. I was averaging right around a 9:00/mile pace and felt strong. I started getting tired in the middle of the 8th mile. I revived a little bit during the 9th mile, but then felt very tired going into mile 10.
My fueling was off, which I think was part of the problem. I took about half a packet of sports beans at mile 5 and then didn't have any more until about halfway through mile 10, where I all of a sudden needed them right now. After taking them, I was desperate for water, and there wasn't another water stop until shortly after mile 12.
Anyhow . . . I slowed down those last couple of miles. Ended up finishing in 2:02:36. This is a big PR for me -- almost 6 minutes. And, at a 9:22/mile overall pace, I met my goal. So I am very happy about the race. But a tiny part of me is disappointed in myself. I was definitely on track for a sub-2 until mile 10. Now, 10+ hours later, I don't know why I couldn't push myself to keep that pace up and finish in under 2 hours. At the time, it seemed impossible. Oh well . . . can't be perfect, otherwise I wouldn't have a reason to keep running!
Hope you are all having a great weekend, and GOOD LUCK to everyone running Boston on Monday. Can't wait to read the race reports.