Yesterday morning, I did my one and only race pace run for my half marathon on April 23rd. This was literally the only workout I did to prepare for the half. Why? Well it took my body so long to recover from the 10 miler, so when I finally felt okay enough to do a run where I pushed the pace, I found myself 10 days out from the half marathon! So now that this run is done (plus all my training I did for the 10 miler), the hay is in the barn and now I can just focus on staying injury free and maintaining a certain level of running fitness.
I'm sure you're dying to know how it went.
The answer: MEH.
I'm used to doing these race pace runs on Saturday mornings. I can sleep in, drink coffee, relax, eat a hearty breakfast, and then head out when I feel like it. Doing a run like this before work is totally different.
My alarm went off at 5:00. I chose to only hydrate/fuel with some iced coffee because I am dumb. I fiddled around on my computer, went to the bathroom a billion times, and then headed out the door at 5:45.
The first two miles were warm ups, so that was fine. When it was time to switch it to race pace, it was tough. I wanted to do a 7:25 pace, but my first two miles were about 7:32. Why was a 7:32 so damn hard? (Besides the fact that I didn't eat and it was the ass crack of dawn.) My next two miles were a 7:20 and a 7:25. These were not even paces at all. The whole thing was an effort. When I had just two pace miles left, I knew I'd be able to finish with an overall pace under 7:30, so I was happy about that. But I wasn't happy about how tired my legs felt and the niggle in my right hammy. I knew my hammy/glute was going to feel jacked up after the run and it did. During my cool down miles it was uncomfortable, and then I walked a little funny for the rest of the day.
I don't feel prepared at all for this race! There's nothing else I can do though. Just chillax, run easy, and cuddle with my kitties. Hey, that doesn't sound bad to me!