It's been a long while since I last posted about my running, but there's finally some news to report.
A few weeks ago (May 30), I actually raced! Yippee! I had the awesome opportunity to jump in the field of invited athletes for the 2015 Dam to Dam Half Marathon down in beautiful Des Moines, IA. Big shout out to race director Ben Tilus for keeping me on the radar despite my recent disappearance from the scene.
So it was with nervous excitement that I trucked down to Iowa to toe the line for my first real racing action since January 2014. After some decent workout efforts leading up to the race, but acknowledging I'm a long way from where I was when I left the scene, I was hoping to run a 1:20. Not anywhere near my PR of 1:11, but a solid, respectable effort.
The morning of the race was overcast and misty; my kind of weather. And I had the absolute pleasure of riding the bus next to a gregarious, local young runner named Obsie Birru. After sharing a few laughs and talking shop, we realized we both were shooting for the 1:20 mark and decided to try help one another reach our goals. This might be something most competitive runners think is nuts, but it's something I love about the sport. When I'm going for time, I'll take everyone and anyone's help to get there. I wasn't thinking about my place in the field and certainly wasn't expecting to be near a podium finish, I just wanted to give what I thought would be my best performance.
|My pace buddy Obsie (pictured on the right). I tried to tell her she should do more core work because clearly she's lacking in the abs department. Pffffft.|
The gun goes off and crap... I find myself in the lead pack, but with Obsie. The first two miles or so have a lot of downhill so I didn't feel like my pace was too aggressive. Unfortunately as soon as the course flattened out, I realized I was running with a group of gals who were, "above my pay grade." So it was, around mile 4 that Katie McGregor cruised by and the lead pack went with her (including my POC, partner-in-crime, Obsie). I was disappointed for sure, but I stayed behind settling into my own race knowing I wasn't ready to roll with the big dogs.
Within a mile, Obsie had dropped back from leaders and settled in alongside me. The next 3-4 miles were awesome as we each had moments of weakness and strength which the other compensated for. When I found myself dropping back, Obsie encouraged me and I closed the gap and picked her up again. When Obsie started falling off the pace, I encouraged her to come with me and she did. It worked great until about mile 9 went we crested a hill and I lost my great pace buddy.
Fortunately another young little whippersnapper by the name of Lauren Versweyveld (recent winner of Nashville Rock-N-Roll Half Marathon) went shooting by me like a tiny little fluorescent pink rocket (she was wearing a pink jersey). It was at that moment that I was pumped to realize my old racing instincts hadn't completely died, and she and I worked our way to the finish in a great back-and-forth fashion with me coming in ahead by the slimmest of margins.
|You can see the Pink Rocket aka Lauren Versweyveld photo-bombing like a champ in this shot. Notice my abs do NOT look like Obsie's...weird. Props to Jolesch Enterprises whom I' have clearly borrowed this image from. ;)|
1:19:17 for a final time in 6th place. My worst Dam to Dam performance to date, but arguable my most satisfying experience considering where I've been (physically) and the amount of training that has been put in.
|Fun photo leaderboard from the race.|