I had really a perfect Sunday. I ran a half marathon, saw my sister, went to brunch, Trader Joe’s and napped. It was one of those great days, the reasons I asked for Sundays off work.
The day started with a drive to Syracuse, NY for the Empire State half marathon. I signed up three days ago, essentially because I was already meeting my sister for lunch and I was also looking for a “rust buster” race to do. I would have signed up for the 10K but it was sold out.
Good thing, because this race was exactly what I needed. It was hard, confidence boosting and helped me understand pacing for my current level of fitness. The day was perfect weather-wise and I felt confident on the drive up. All good signs for a good race.
I got to the start with enough time to pick up my bib and do a lighter warm up. I actually run a few miles before I make the drive to the race, it puts me in the right zone and I get a better sense of how my legs are feeling. I lined up at the gun with everyone else and soon we were off.
I quickly found myself alone with a lead biker. That was kind of cool as I’d never ran with a bike before. It was a weird company, like she, Tiffany, was there but more like a supportive role. Sometimes when she rode ahead of me, I thought I was slowing down! I really liked having her there in the last 5 miles because I came upon the 10k runners and she made sure they stayed to the right so I could run by. Thanks Tiffany!!
Most of the race I felt controlled and at the appropriate effort. That is what I wanted for the race. I run at a hard effort for my fitness level and see where I end up.
The last three miles were a pain train. I told myself that if I make this pain, what I felt right then, if I could make it my friend, I would get faster. I could endure. Somehow I got to the finish line and broke the literal tape.
It felt good to finish knowing I worked hard. I also enjoyed winning a race that was meant to be a rust-buster. I ended up around 1:23 and 6:15 average pace. I didn’t blow up. My pace stayed consistent. I was relaxed for the effort I put in. All in all, a great way to start the day.
The men’s half winner smoked it in around 1:11. Good guy, we talked for a while afterwards and he started running when he was 30. He’s 42 now and his PRs are still ahead of him. Great job Mike!
After the race, I met my sister at a new (to us) brunch place in Syracuse called Modern Malt. It was packed, but not in a bad way. More in the way that everyone was having a good time. We were seated after a bit of a wait and immediately taken care of. I got the Egg’s Benedict without the ham plus two more eggs. My sister got the pumpkin stuffed French toast. We were both very satisfied, I think we’ll go back.
We then made our way to Trader Joe’s simply because I wanted carrot cake spread and she’d never been. We also just wanted to spend more time together. I love her so much!
A perfect Sunday, a great race, onward from here.