I was surprised how good I felt for the first three miles. It was the most effortless running has felt in a long time. I ended up finishing the run with a 9:07 per mile pace which I was happy with, especially considering that I had done a 20 miler a few days before.
Tuesday, August 4th 2009: 2.5 miles in 23 minutes. My body was feeling a bit worn out so I went on a shorter run and averaged a 9:14 pace.
Wednesday, August 5th 2009: 30 minutes on exercise bike.
Thursday, August 6th 2009: 3 miles at high school track. I didn't have much time to run before work so I just did a few speed laps. I timed one of my 800's at 3 minutes and 22 seconds. That's a little faster than I should go if I were to do more than a few 800's (2 laps around track), but since I only did a couple I think it was okay.
Friday, August 7th 2009: Rest.
Saturday, August 8th 2009: 13 miles in 1 hour and 58 minutes. A group of 10 friends who all live within about a 2 block radius all drove up to Central to run the first half of the St. George Marathon. Among the lessons I learned from this experience,
- The first half of the marathon is HARD.
- There were many more hills than I expected.
- The Veyo Hill chewed me up and spit me out. It yelled "Who's Your Daddy!" to me.
- Avoid wardrobe malfunctions. I brought along a waist pack that I hadn't used for a long time. I was reminded after 1/2 mile that the clip didn't work. I ended up carrying the stupid thing for the next 4+ miles.
- Running isn't for wussies.
I ran with my friend Darrel for the first 7 miles and we were averaging an 8:35 pace. We passed a cafe where the smell of bacon was so strong you could taste it. I had my wallet with me and I begged Darrel to stop and go have a Grand Slam breakfast with me. We decided to skip that and kept running.
At the bottom of the Veyo Hill I had to stop for a minute to stretch my legs and knees. Then I ended up taking two walk breaks up the hill. It seemed never-ending.
At about mile 10 I had one of the "What In The World Were You Thinking!" moments. Running wasn't fun. I hurt. I was tired. There are old ladies who just walk the whole marathon. I considered asking to be recruited to their team.
I still ended up finishing with a 9:10 pace which surprises me because there were sections of the run where it felt like I was in slow motion. Like my legs were pumping but I wasn't moving an inch. A smoothie afterward somehow seemed to make all my pain go away. I had lots of fun running with good friends. If it weren't for them, I really would trade to the old lady team.