I’ve been … not much in a blogging mood, lately? Or I’ve just been distracted. Or something. I don’t know. But there’s things.
Like. I ran that half marathon a couple weeks ago. And…it went well. Really well. I set a new PR in the half marathon, crushing my old one by like 14 or 15 minutes; which, I mean, okay, my previous bests-of were of the “I am just trying to get to the finish line” variety, and this one was my first real “I want to get to the finish line, sure, but, like, can I do it maybe a little bit fast, for me?” race, and I trained that way for it, and so it wasn’t going to be much of a competition, all things going well, but, like, it still feels good to have basically done what I set out to do.
To go ahead and put some times on it, to put that “fast, for me” bit into context, lest anyone think I mean “fast, like actual fast,” my secret “everything, and I mean, everything goes perfectly” goal was 2:10, and I came in at 2:14:11, pretty squarely in the just-below-the-middle of the pack, I think. And I felt really good the whole time, and I felt like I was having fun the whole run, and I never ticked over into feeling like I couldn’t make it or like I was going to have to stop to walk or like I was actually dead and didn’t know it yet. It was pretty cool. (Understatement.)
Now honestly, and I don’t mean this is a real critical way, what’s funny is I think the one reason, or one of the reasons, I didn’t make 2:10 was just inexperience at trying to do something like that? I probably held back a little too much at the start, and didn’t kick it up until a little bit too late, at least out of some well-placed concern about whatever had happened to my knee two weeks earlier, but also just out of, like, well, just not quite closing that gap in my head yet between “this is what I think I can do” and “this is what I can do,” if that makes any sense. So like in retrospect I feel like I probably could have made that time but also I do not regret not making that time because I kind of know just why I didn’t and it’s fine.
Again, funny: putting things into context: I joke about running a half-marathon in the time in takes other folks to run full marathons, but this time, it actually literally happened that, the winner of the full marathon crossed his finish line less than a minute after I crossed my finish line. Mind-boggling.
The weather was wild. It was set to be cool and overcast for the entire run but race day came and it did stay cool, yes, but the sun came out for basically my entire race, which was really something. (Would have worn my sunglasses!) Then maybe five minutes after I finished the clouds rolled in thick and the wind kicked in up off the lake and I possibly froze to death in the beer area.
After my celebratory beverages (completely worth the freezing wind) I hung out at the finish line for a bit watching folks cross. That’s always fun. This was maybe the most at a race that I saw people coming in from the full around the three hour mark and hoo boy as much as I do genuinely love running and pushing myself and all that I will never be as serious about it as those folks; wowee.
Seeing a 77 year old man finishing a half-marathon was awesome. (At least I think it was the half.) I, uh, don’t need to be the folks finishing the marathon in three hours, to say the least—again, I’m serious but not that serious!—but I do absolutely genuinely want to be that guy when I grow up, fates and knees be willing.
And then I took the train home and I spent a couple days drinking more beers than I usually get to and watching a lot of Star Trek and I didn’t run for a week and it was great.