Overall Time: 1:28:24
Place: 207 of 7008
Weather: 58 Degrees, 86% Humidity, Wind, Clear.
Start time: 8:00
Splits: 6:45, 6:53, 6:31, 6:27, 6:50, 6:52, 6:33, 6:41, 6:44, 6:48, 6:43, 6:55, 6:54, 0:41
Not the race I wanted, but it was a good learning experience. My legs had not been feeling well at all in the week and a half leading up to the race. This may have been the results of a little too much partying, way too much drinking, not enough sleeping, and a touch of jet lag (all courtesy of a trip to Las Vegas). Regardless, it would prove to be a good test to see what I could do when I’m not at 100%.
My favorite miles were easy to pick out: Mile 1, because I felt OK, and Mile 13 because it signaled that it was finally OVER. Boy how I wanted this race to be over. After the first mile, my legs started to feel tired — not a good sign. They weren’t hurting or sore; they just didn’t have any real life in them. This wouldn’t change much the remainder of the race.
I went out easy the first two miles (6:45, 6:53) but then picked it up a little bit on the downhills of Prospect Park to throw in a 6:31 and a 6:27. I wasn’t afraid to push myself, and knew I’d have nothing but regrets if I started off slow and continued slow while making excuses along the way. Just because I wasn’t feeling 100% didn’t mean I wasn’t going to try and race this.
The course looped inside Prospect Park twice, before heading out to the Coney Island boardwalk. Before the race, I had anticipated being weighed down mentally inside of the park — doing two large loops of the park (that included a slightly nasty hill) didn’t seem appealing. But the reality turned out to be quite the opposite — due to the great support of all the people who came to cheer, the first 7 miles inside the park really flew by. By contrast, once leaving the park I was greeted by few people cheering (except at fluid stations) and just a loooooong stretch of road leading to Coney Island.
I started to fade outside of the park. Despite starting off conservatively and the hills inside Prospect Park, I averaged a slightly faster pace for the first 7 miles (6:41) than I would for the boring final 6 miles (6:47) trying to get to Coney Island. Normally I’d have tried to negative split this race, but my legs weren’t cooperating. I had to really dig deep to throw in that 6:43 at Mile 11, and I threatened some 7:00 miles toward the end.
This was a good learning experience, and I really can’t wait to tackle my next Half Marathon (depending on the weather, it may be the Bronx Half).