Ahhhhhhh…July 5th. We have officially turned the corner to Labor Day. You think I’m kidding? Before we know it summer will be over and I will be singing Jingle Bells for 4 straight months. Before I get you all stressed out about how many shopping days are left until Christmas let’s talk about Coronado and the 15k.
This race is held annually at Tidelands Park in Coronado. It’s a flat out and back that draws some pretty darn fast runners. I’m talking several sub 1 hour 15kr’s. My plan was to use this race as a tempo run. I have not run a tempo in a while and being in the midst of Chicago training it would be a good test to see where I was at.
On Friday night I got a Facebook message from a gal I met through church asking if I wanted to run with her (we met during AFC last year and ran the end of the race together!). Since I had decided not to race I agreed. The pressure of letting someone down can be overwhelming, you know?!
We met at the start line and off we went. The first few miles felt good and were not too fast. Mile 1 7:45 (right at long tempo pace) mile 2 7:26. That 7:26 worried my friend just a little who had a goal to go out slower and finish strong. I think that’s a great goal! I told her if we could run and talk we could run faster. That was probably the only smart thing I said the rest of the race. She mentioned again that she wanted to finish strong and with that I had no problem slowing down (although it felt hard and if I remember right she said it felt hard too).
We hit miles 3 and 4 7:39 and 7:38. Just slightly faster than tempo. We ran through the navy base and once we made the turn around we talked about that planned strong finish. It was at this point that I should have stepped it up and encouraged both of us to push through and I didn’t. I feel bad about that. Running solo I can dig deep and just run. Getting someone else to do that with me is not easy. I give all the credit in the world to pacers. Don’t think I am ready for that duty 🙂
Miles 5 and 6 7:47 and 7:46. Right on pace. Around the 10k mark when she said she was feeling fatigued all I could muster is “We are almost done.” Why didn’t I help lay the hammer down?! GAH! Mentally I felt great. Physically my legs were good although I could feel myself losing a little gas which was a result of a huge nutrition fail. I again agreed to slow down to help try to finish strong.
Mile 7 and 8: 7:54 and 7:57. A little behind pace but no big deal. Still sub 8 and still on goal to finish at long tempo pace. It was at this point where I realized either mile markers were off or I was not doing a good job at running the tangents. I was about .10 ahead with only a few miles left. Probably ran bad tangents. Mentally creating list of things to do better the next time I run with someone.
The “just finish strong” theme continued and for some reason I went into “I need to back off and run solo mode.” We were almost done and my friend was running strong. I was not helping push us faster so I went into cruise control mode. Not normal race mentality for me and it felt kind of good. I let go of pace and just took everything in.
Mile 9 and last .43: 8:10 (oops) and 7:53.
My friend finished just ahead of me in 1:13 or so. I don’t think she noticed that I had backed off and that’s a good thing. That means she was in the zone! I finished (unofficial time) 1:13:28. My slowest 15k and what felt like my easiest 15k. The only big fail for me this race was nutrition. I had bad bad bad stomach acid post race from running on empty and ended up taking coconut water to the dome. If I could have shot gunned it I would have. Bad nutrition = bad running. Duly noted.
Overall I was pretty stoked with my performance. After 4 months of heel/foot lameness and a bad race at Ojai I was able to go out and run pretty spot on plan. Running relatively easy left my legs ready to run this morning. That’s right where I need to be.
If I would have run solo pretty sure I would have left goal at the start line and gone balls out. Yeah, I know I would have. Not what I want to do right now. Glad that I ended up running with someone and forcing myself out of my solo comfort zone. That’s something we can talk about later.
Things happen for a reason right?!
After the race we headed to First Ave to watch the parade. It was a chilly day (63 and drizzly) so we only lasted about an hour before my littlest was too cold to sit anymore. Our bad for not having warm enough gear with us. We headed off the island home to cook out and get ready for fireworks.
Speaking of did you hear about our fireworks show last night?
It was literally 15 seconds long. Not kidding. We were sitting on the Laurel Street bridge all cozied up waiting…and then it happened.
All of the fireworks went off at one time.
It was one bad a$$ explosion. And then it was over.
Felt bad for the kids…and everyone that waited at the beach/bay all freaking day long for the Big Bay Boom and then got a meer 15 seconds of awesomeness.
Oh well. Hey, one ginormous firework is better than none! What a way to end the day 🙂
How did you celebrate? Please tell me your fireworks show lasted at least 20 seconds!