A Runner's Ramblings: Volume 7; 16th Edition
333.2 miles run; 1.75 mile swam; 59 miles biked in 2012 races
Race: Indianapolis Monumental Half Marathon
Place: Indianapolis, IN
Miles from home: 2237 miles
Weather: 40-50s; variable between cloudy and chilly and snowyish
I have now run the Indianapolis Monumental marathon or half for three consecutive years. For some reason I come into the race forgetting how well run it is and how easy it is to have a good race here. I am making a promise to myself to never make that mistake again.
First and foremost, hats off to the organizers for putting together a truly fantastic weekend. I ran the 13.1 distance and had an absolutely splendid race in picture-perfect weather. Well, picture-perfect for a runner who likes to run in cloudy cool weather. Those running the full or taking a bit longer had to deal with some inclement weather, including variable degrees of rain or sleet for small portions. However, anyone finishing their race in under two hours could not have asked for much better. On a weekend where the NYC Marathon was canceled, the Indy organizers opened their arms and streets to those who wanted to run a marathon in a fine city. Hundreds of personal bests were set and great times were had by all.
I arrived a little late to the first shorter day of the expo and had just enough time to get everything set up at my table before the smaller crowd which comes on Thursday rolled in. The next day promised to be a long one (with the expo going until 9 PM) and with my 2100 mile road trip the previous week moving one of my best friends, I knew I was going to be a tired puppy.
Most of the talk during the second day surrounded NYC's decision to cancel the marathon. It made for a lively discussion and further clarified for me how, as a whole, thoughtful and intelligent runners are with regard to topics ranging all over the board. By the time the day was done, I got a late dinner and was back to my lodging I was, as predicted, exhausted.
I was able to find parking downtown just a few short blocks from the race without too much trouble. This was the first time I had driven to the start of the race (previously having stayed at one the many hotels near the start/finish area) and was curious how bad this would be. Color me pleasantly surprised. The morning called for few cool temperatures but somehow it just seemed a little more than chilly. Feeling the briskness in the air, I was disappointed I was not in better shape. This was definitely PR weather.
My lateness in arriving to the starting line (by design- I simply do not like to mill around prior to a race) made me miss the National Anthem. I did, however, find my friend Mike who I met three years prior at this race. Mike got his first Boston Qualifying time ever that morning - in his first marathon ever! He was going to be running around the pace I wanted to run for the half for his marathon, so we decided to run together for a bit until the courses split.
First 3 miles: 6:36, 6:29, 6:21
My desire was to run right around 6:40 for the first five or so miles and then play the rest of the race by ear. I was very much unsure of what I had in my legs and four hours of sleep had me quite weary. Hitting the first mile right about where I wanted to, we were treated to a glorious sunrise just peaking out over the horizon. I took a quick picture which doesn't even capture how beautiful it was. Mike told me to enjoy it as bad weather was predicted. I had missed this memo completely and could not have been happier to be running 13.1 instead of 26.2.
Soon thereafter, Mike, who was pacing a friend in his first marathon picked up the pace a bit. I told him I was none too surprised when the next mile ran a little hot. Approaching the 3rd mile, I told them this was a pace I could not keep up and even falling back ran way faster than I was hoping to do. The pace they were keeping was one for a very fast marathon time but I knew I didn't have that in me today. I bid them adieu and fell back into my groove.
To mile 7: 6:41, 6:43, 6:39, 6:44
These next four miles fell right into my desired wheelhouse for the day. I was also quite surprised how easy this pace felt. As recently as a few weeks ago, this would have been pushing it for me. Perhaps I was finally getting back into shape! Around this portion of the course, the same (or at least I think so) band of young kids who rocked out last year was at it again. I need to figure out who these kids are and become their agent. They were just fantastic. I’m racking my brain to remember which cover they were doing, but it was so spot on I thought it was the radio playing.
Right after mile 7, the courses split and a stream of marathoners went off on their merry way. I was marveling at the number of runners heading in that direction clipping off a steady and fast pace. I always wonder if they are biting off more than they can chew or if they are well-versed in pacing. I try to remember as many bib numbers as I can to go and later look all their times up and see how they did. I simply have a thing for numbers and for info on runners. It is either a gift or a curse, I haven't yet decided.
Onto mile 10: 6:44, 6:56, 6:38
Heading home: 6:43, 6:50, 6:31, :40
I simply love the final few miles of this race. While the marathoner's get to experience the beauty of the homes on Meridian Street further north, we halfers get the straight and flat portion here to bring us on home. Over two miles of put your head down and run, no need to worry about turns, running. I love it.
Julbo sunglasses and wished I could have handed out cards so they would know where to get them!
Finishing strong in a time of 1:27:19 was good enough for 127th place overall. To really tell you how fast people were running today, I finished in 1:27:54 last year and was 85th! When you get weather like this on a course which lends itself to being run very fast on, you definitely lament not being in shape to take advantage of it.
While the weather would turn a little wet later on, we were all fortune enough to be able to run. Those in NYC did not have that option. I did not hang around very long as I was now a bit cold. I quickly returned back to my lodging and along the way cheered on all the runners of the race heading down Meridian Street. I saw the marathon winners absolutely flying by (winning time was 2:18) and marveled at their speed. I would grab a shower to warm my bones, nap for the first time since I think I was 7 years old, and then get ready for the afternoon.
I have every intention to be back here again next year and maybe I will be blessed with good weather again.
As long as the course stays the same it could be the day for a new personal best.