What a difference a year makes.
I chose to “represent” in full battle dress today. Did 5 from the apartment over the Brooklyn Bridge at sunrise to the Ferry Terminal. The scene was the same from last year, several hundred of us filing on to the ferry for the trip across. But the scenario is completely different, this was to be the last long run before tapering, and I was on a 40+ mile week pair of legs. Would they hold? Could I maintain marathon pace for 13.1 or better?
The race directions were simple and delivered by a man whose accent betrayed he was on home turf: follow da guy in front-a-ya. On ya mawks…and the horn. The first mile of this race is along the access road which then twists back on itself and climbs onto the bluff at Richmond Terrace. So what was my goal here? Marathon pace is 7:51 but everyone was clipping along at 7:30 or better (the corral I was in was this pace) so I hung back a bit for the first mile for a total of 8:05. But then mile 2 is all downhill which resulted in a 7:30. I tried to pull it back in in mile three at 7:46 but at this point I had the feeling that this was not going to be a marathon pace day but a pr day for the half, so I settled in with some white rabbits and began clocking off 7:30′s, basically for the rest of run.
It was ideal weather, if a little sunny, but we started out at 45 degrees and rapidly it climbed into the mid 50′s. If this was to be the weather for NYCM then I’d take it. Clear blue sky as we ran under the Verrazano and I looked up, way up to the span where I will be in three weeks. Hard to imagine.
What a difference a year makes. I remember last year just how long this run was, but not this year. The miles kept ticking off and I practiced choosing rabbits, getting in packs to draft, relaxing, running the tangents on corners. I think last year I consumed a couple of gels or more just getting around, but in training I have been foregoing that to learn how to run without it. The gatorade proto-slime was good enough. We get to mile 11 and it the beginning of the hills we came down going out, but my pace only suffers a few seconds, 7:39, and none in mile 12, 7:32, however my heart rate is topping 170, evidence I am working hard. But it feels completely different, I know I can do this or better from the speedwork, so I push through to the end, finishing with a little sprint alongside my last mile rabbit who comes out of my rearview mirror in the last 100, so we duel it out to the end, and I get a shout out by name from the announcer who acknowledges the TFK team alliance!
The time? 1:40:33, a pr by 3:30 over my last in the Brooklyn half which was 1:43:58. And last year’s SI half-1:54:51, almost 15 minutes better than that! What a difference a year makes, and this was on tired legs too.
What it means I find hard to believe, they say take you half time and double it and then add 8 for your marathon time, which means I could clock 3:29 if all goes well…the McMillan running calculator says 3:32:04, which means that it is tight, there is not a lot to spare.
What remains then is to enjoy this two week taper-next weekend I will be doing a “last 10 miles” from the Queensboro Bridge up First Ave. into the Bronx and down Fifth Ave. to the finish in Central Park sponsored by the Prospect Park Track Club. I am looking forward to this to get eyes on the course and that infamous hill on Fifth Ave. at mile 23. No one seems to like it. I took a look at it yesterday and it does seem to go on forever, not too steep though.
And also time to fret and work out race strategies and try not to bore everyone too terribly with this stuff…I know all you hear is blah blah blah when I show up.
Holding steady at 1600 of 2500 for TFK-come on people-represent!
BTW, the winner, Jorge Real, in a time of 1:07:47, is listed as age 39! Also the beauty of statistics, I was 91st in my age group 40-44- TOP 100 BABY!
Congratulations! Glad to hear you’re on pace for the big one. Still plugging away on my end and a month and a half shy of beginning the actual training…