Southwest Series Half-Marathon: Arizona Recap

A Runner's Ramblings: Volume 19; 7th Edition
91.7 miles run in 2025 races
Race: Southwest Series Half-Marathon: Arizona
Place: Flagstaff, AZ
Miles from home: 1547 miles
Weather: 39 degrees, 69% humidity, slight wind

My race on Sunday, a half-marathon just a week after a big race breakthrough post-knee surgery, was a mixture of feelings. For one I was extraordinarily pleased with how I had placed given I had just raced one week prior, was running at elevation, and all of the other things that made it more difficult than it normally would have been prior to my knee injury. On the other hand I didn't really have much of a desire to race again just three days later at even higher elevation in Flagstaff at nearly 7000 feet.

Somehow, the next day when I was making the drive from Farmington NM to Flagstaff AZ something clicked at me and my emotions changed. My ankle has been a little sore the past couple of weeks on the same leg as my reconstructed knee. It's obvious the two are at least tangentially connected. Also my knee is just a little sore and inflamed which gives me trepidation even though I know or at least I'm pretty sure that nothing is wrong. 

Nevertheless, when I got to Flagstaff I suddenly regained an urge to race. It appeared that the two gentlemen who bested me in the race on Sunday would be racing again. As such I was hoping to exact a little revenge on having been beaten by both of them in New Mexico. I know they would both be tired as it appears they were running the two half marathons in between and I was taking time off so to speak. But in every race you take the runners as they are. I've said this for a long time that you should never once apologize for who shows up at the race. Getting to the starting line is probably equally as difficult as getting to the finish line. I know neither of these runners were too bothered by the fact that I had a brand new knee and two surgeries in the past year so I figured it was simply time to lace them up and go

Race Morning:

I wasn't as close to the race start as I was the previous two races I have done but I wasn't much further away just barely over a mile. That meant once again I could get up relatively late with regards to the start of the race and still make it there on time ready to go. We were promised another cool crisp day and the weather delivered. I had noticed that the guy who won the half marathon on Sunday did not finish or did not have a result on Monday even though I saw that they had posted a picture of him running. I didn't know what had happened and if he would even be here. The second place finisher however did post a result in the previous two races so I assumed he would be there attempting to run as fast as he could as well. Then I realized that none of this matters as any could show up for any race at anytime.  I just had to race who was there.

As I pulled into the parking lot and parked, I realized I had to use the bathroom again. Blessed with the luxury of my lodging being so close and me being a fast driver, I eschewed the portapotty and potential line and simply went back home. Seven minutes later and I was back in the parking lot hearing the ending instructions being given out by the race director.

The course was like so many other races that the Mainly Marathons people put on and that was more or less a one mile out and back that we ran 6 times for the half marathon. This one would be run completely on a crushed gravel surface with long gradual uphill to finish the back portion of each out and back. That means, I would be getting the same downhill portion to start each loop. But that was only after another longer gradual uphill to begin each loop.  And small undulations in between.  I am not joking when I say you were rarely running flat for long on this course even if it didn't look too hilly to begin with.

My prediction was that unlike in Farmington where I really enjoyed the return portion, that the out portion would be my better miles today.

Instructions were given, the countdown was done, and away we went. 

First Three Miles:

I took off with the race director in the lead but within 100 yards I could feel my lungs were just really going to be working hard today. Before long the runner who I was most concerned abut winning followed another runner who I had seen previously but didn’t know he could run this fast as they passed me. 

I was shocked my first mile was exactly 8:00 when it felt half a minute slower. As we finished the first out and back, I had an another 8:00 mile even with the hill on the course which would seemingly get higher each loop. At the 5k turn around, the new-to-me runner turned around. That explained his sudden speed burst. He was now done for the day! 

The sun was now fully over the horizon and on the return trip of the first two loops we were running directly into it. I was beyond happy I was wearing sunglasses. 

With the other runner gone, now it was just me and the guy from the first day. I had learned right before the race started that  he had done the 5k on the second day of this series but it was clear he wasn’t doing that today. What was also clear was that no matter what race he was running today, I wasn’t going to be able to keep up with him at the pace he was going. (His first two miles were 7:51 and 7:45). 

Then as shocking as my first two miles being right at 8:00 was, it was even more shocking that my third mile was an 8:23. That mile felt faster than the previous two. Today was obviously going to be interesting.

To the 10k:

As I came down to the turn at the 4th mile I was surprised to see another runner closing in behind me. I thought the only person I had to contend with for an overall victory was the guy in front of me but now I had another pushing me from behind. I would like to say this spurred me to new faster times but all that followed was a 8:16, 8:18, 8:18. Consistent but slow. Those first two miles now seemed like an apparition. Meanwhile, as I saw the lead runner coming back at me it was clear he was not running the 10k and would indeed be racing me for the half overall finish. Bummer. I really didn't want to work this hard today.  My lungs were burning. I had no zip.  And I still had seven miles to go.

But just as quickly as the guy behind me appeared, he disappeared. I have no idea where he went as I ran back to the start. Did I somehow miss him in the wide open plateau? One of the problems with these races, for those of who are actually racing, is the sheer unknowns. Racers can start early and then you are ranked against them in results even though you never really raced them. (This is what happened with the guy who placed second on the first day.  I saw him during the race already started and then right at my third loop saw him finished wit ha medal.) People can jump in and out of races as they please. There is just no real continuity to each day. I get that is not what the stated goals for this race series is but to me, if there is a start line and a finish line and a moving clock, it is a race. I want to know who I am racing.

Onto Mile 10:

The lead runner had just about a two minute lead over me and this is where we would stay for mile after mile. My 7th mile was the worst of the day so far at 8:27 but then I followed it up with an 8:10. There was no rhyme or reason to my running. My lungs were burning from the height, the stress and the acrid smoke in the air. I have always had wussy lungs. When I was a young fella I had to had lung treatments as they would filled with so much phlegm that you could hear it rattle when I took a breath. The fact I can do any of the endurance stuff I do now is the product of miracles. Most of the time now I am free of breathing problems but when they rear their ugly head it is extremely noticeable.

I ran an 8:22 tenth mile but somehow had cut the lead to the runner in front of me by 30 seconds.  I made the turn at the table that contained rubber bands you could grab to help you keep track of your laps (but which were not mandatory to take) and headed back out. Could I pull out a win?

Heading home to Finish: 

By the time I saw the leader next, the answer was clear: no I could not. I ran an 8:25 mile and even though it was clear he was slowing down as well, my body did not yet have in it what I wanted. Even with just one loop left I couldn’t summon the power to make it close. I ran an 8:39 mile and was beginning to wonder if I would even break 1:50 for the race.

I wove through the crowds of people, doing my absolute best to greet them all and cheer them on. But I was using every bit of energy I had just to keep moving forward. On the return trip of each loop we were running full on into the rising sun. The first two loops had been awful as we could barely see. It was better now but still tough. There was also a surprising amount of wind. I was glad I had kept my gloves on when I almost ditched them at the start.

I dug in and climbed the long hill to the final straightaway. All day it has been up and down small hills and this big hill leading to the downhill straightaway to the finish. I could not find a rhythm. I could not find my lungs. I could not find the energy to take first place.

Here, nestled at 7,100-something feet I was going to taste defeat again. As I got about a third of the way along the final stretch, I could see the runner in front of me finish. He started each day with a button-up shirt on but always took it off to run bare-chested. He was always easy to see from afar as he was also the only other runner moving about my speed. The other runner who had been behind me again appeared out of nowhere.  This time he settled in behind me at about the same distance as he had been previously.  He wasn't getting any closer.  He was not a threat even if he was running my race and even if he was even on my same lap.

The clock was ticking up so fast. This straightaway was longer than it seemed at well over 1/3 of a mile. I kept glancing at my watch and too much time was slipping by. I knew this was going to be slower than Sunday's race but  was hoping it wouldn't be THAT much slower.  Crunching gravel gave way to the few feet of pavement at the finish. I was pushing with all I had to make sure I made it respectably close behind the shirtless.  

As it stands, I made right at two minutes as I finished in 1:48:57 to his 1:46:54.

This is my third slowest half marathon ever with the only two slower are my first race back after knee surgery in Alaska in July and the death march I did in a half-Ironman two years ago barely a month before I tore my knee. (Technically my half-marathon carrying a canoe is my slowest but that doesn’t count.  Heck, the 70.3 shouldn’t either, if I think about it.) But given all the variables for this race it pleased me I was able to run as fast as I did. 

To begin with, these past two half-marathons are two of the highest half-marathons I have ever un. Throw in everything else I have already droned on about ad nauseum and this is a really good barometer of where my fitness is at.  

I have come a long way since my first one-mile run the last week of June. I will get faster. I will lose weight. I will run more. I will hit the gym to re-establish leg muscles which have been left to die the past two years. I refuse to simply go out there and jog (or even worse, walk) races where I am giving less than my best. I truly do not understand how able-bodied people think that is an achievement. I will be looking to improve not just on my post-surgery times but to also take some shots at setting a new half-marathon personal best.

It might not happen, but if that’s true, it won’t be from a lack of pointed, intelligent, hard-working effort on my part. This is just the beginning and I am pleased with my start.

Three weeks and change until I take on the next half-marathon in Alabama. Much lower elevation; much higher humidity. Pray for the Sweatatron 3000 that the weather isn't exactly what it always is down there! 

Southwest Series Half-Marathon: New Mexico Recap

A Runner's Ramblings: Volume 19; 6th Edition
78.6 miles run in 2025 races
Race: Southwest Series Half-Marathon: New Mexico
Place: Farmington, NM
Miles from home: 1261 miles
Weather: 29 degrees, 69% humidity, slight wind

When I ran my 100th lifetime marathon in 2009, I had only completed 14 half-marathons. Then, in 2010 alone, I ran 16 half-marathons with an average of 1:28:42. In 2011, I ran 20 halfs. I ran 6 halfs in 6 days in 2022, wining two and finishing 2nd in 4 of them, which was my comeback to racing after COVID. The next year, I ran 2 halfs in a 25 hour period in 2023, winning both. 

But life is different now post knee-surgery and as I would be running my 2nd half in a week, I was indeed experiencing trepidation. Especially knowing I am doing it again on Wednesday. Especially especially because this race takes place at 5400 feet above sea level.

 

One of the goals I have going right now is to run a half-marathon and a marathon in every state. What's funny about that is that's actually the goal that put my 52 marathons and 52 weekends in progress back in 2006. You see, once I found out that there were literally hundreds of people who completed a marathon in every state I wanted to try something a little bit different. So for the longest time actually completing a race in a different state was never a priority. If it happened, that was great but for the most part it was always a side quest. Then, by just through running so many marathons I ended up with all but North Carolina as a state I had completed a marathon in. But for political reasons I decided to boycott North Carolina and keep myself from finishing this goal. (I write more about that here.) However that was 10 years ago and things have changed and I've allowed myself to move on from that. But COVID, and then my mother passing away, and then finally two years because of this knee surgery has left me a little bit behind the eight ball in attempting to get all the marathons in all the states. Throw in the half marathons and you have even more of a challenge.

In order to get in so many half-marathons in such a short period of time I am fortunate that there exists a couple of different companies which specializes in catering to people who wish to run/walk as many marathons in as many states as possible. There isn’t as much emphasis on the courses as they are usually one mile out and backs and with no time limits, they really cater to those who wish to simply complete as many marathons as possible. But, the good part for me, is you can knock out a lot of states without much travel in between.  I did this as I mentioned in 2022 when I did all of New England in six days.  So it has its pros to equal its cons.

Race Morning:

Last weekend I got lodging about .6 of a mile away from the start. I did myself one better today as I was just .3 of a mile away. That meant I didn’t even have to get up until 6:15 a.m. for the 7 a.m. start. Not needing to be up early for an early race start when I hate mornings is just a glorious thing.  I got ready, walked to the aptly named Berg Park, took off my jacket (it was a chilly 28 degrees) listened to a few pre-race instructions by the extremely affable race director of the Mainly Marathons, and away we went.

First Three Miles:

I have run two other Mainly Marathons and the race director does a unique thing: he runs the first loop with the runners, usually at the lead.  However, today, two runners took off like a bat out of hell. I had no idea what they were doing until I realized there was also a 5k being run.  I am fairly certain the winner went under 17 minutes in the 5k. I wistfully looked at him knowing that is my 5k PR and how I will likely never see speed like that again. But I then had bigger things to worry about, like, dear god who took all the oxygen? One runner took off who I was unsure what race he was running and another followed right behind him. Barely a quarter of a mile later a third runner passed me and I was sucking hard for air. My first mile was in 8:12. This might be a very bad day.  

This course was six out and backs with each length being 1.1 miles. Depending on which way you were running you had as many as four small hills to contend with each length. I would say 75% was on dirt or crushed gravel. I do not like either of the latter of those two things at all.

But I settled in, slowed down, ignored the other runners around me or in front of me and my second mile showed an 8:08. OK, that’s improvement and one lap down. My breathing seemed to stabilize a bit and by the turnaround of the second loop I had run a 8:06 for my third mile. Interesting.

To the 10K: 

Even though the race started at 7 a.m., we had a full sun on us overhead. Also even though it was below freezing, I was already wiping sweat droplets off my sunglasses as they dripped from my hair. 
For the most part, in races that I have done of this nature, the runners keep to the side they are supposed to be on. Occasionally you get a gaggle of good friends walking three abreast and that can get a little annoying.  Throw in the fact that this course was not closed and there were a surprisingly number of people out on the trail for this weather and this hour and you always had someone to run by, say hello to, or avoid.

My return trip for the fourth length had me almost going sub-8 with an eight flat.  For whatever reason, my returns were always faster than the previous out. Almost on cue I ran a 8:02 for the fifth mile. I was nevertheless pleased. I started doing mind games I often do and knew that once I finished the next mile I was half way done. Then the next time I came back I could say that the NEXT time I came back I would only have two more loops to do! It made sense to me. 

And 8:00 flat again for the sixth mile had me thinking I might actually survive this thing.

 
Allow me to mention how lovely this trail was.  The Fall colors were popping, the river seemed to be very

high and was doing more than babbling as we crossed over it and ran next to it many times. While I was still in race mode and most of that stuff never matters to me, I was able to really appreciate how lovely this all was.

Onto mile 10:

My first sub eight mile of the day happened on the return trip of the 3rd loop with a 7:57seven. I might have actually let out an excitable yelp right here because I definitely wasn't expecting that. I was now over the hump well over halfway done and feeling pretty good. 

 

The guy in first place for whatever race he was running had now shed his shirt and was running in just shorts in sub freezing weather. But I was a little less self-conscious about my physique, which I never have been and that was even before I gained the weight during the knee surgery, I would probably do the exact same thing. There were a few people that I could mark myself off of to see how I was doing before each mile popped up on my watch and other than the leader I was making ground on all of them. 

 My eighth mile is my third 8:00 of the day and when I back that up with a 7:56 For the ninth mile I was feeling pretty elated. I couldn't really do the math but I realized that I was close to the time that I had run in Ljubljana, Slovenia just a few weeks ago which was a new knee personal best for me. To be at that level again  here just one week after running a 1:39 in West Virginia had me feeling very good.

For the most part there was not a great deal of hindrance from other runners or spectators but in the tenth mile I almost got tripped up by a dog and then almost completely obliterated a runner who had decided to take a selfie on the bridge and then without warning step into the lane of traffic again. Fortunately I did not trip over the dog and I was able to pirouette around the selfie taker but that definitely took some energy and I notched an 8:11 for my 10th mile.

The final 5k: 

With just three miles to go that was two runs in the direction that I liked and only one and the one that I didn't. I got back in the sub-8 side of things with a 7:56. Now I was really beginning to wonder where I would be placing in this race.  The only way to tell would be when I was finishing the last lap and if no one came back at me then I was going to be third. 

My energy really ebbed on the 12th mile with my slowest mark of the day in 8:13. I decided I would pick it up and see what I had left in the tank. I was catching the guy who could possibly be in 2nd place and as we made the final turn. He seemed surprised to see me and picked up the pace a bit. I wanted to tell hm that if he was running the marathon he didn’t need to worry about me.

Over the bridges and up the hills we ran and we hit the section where I should have seen the shirtless guy. No guy. He was either running the half or he was sitting at the aid station.

Aid! Holy crap. I had run the entire race and not once taken a sip of water. It didn’t occur to me until a minute before the finish that I had cameled this entire race. I made the turn to finish on the gravel and right then three people walking together decided that THAT was where they wanted to run.  I deftly avoided them and rang the bell to signify my finish.

The guy in front of me WAS running the half.  Damn it. I finished in 1:45:37 and in 3rd place. All things considered, I was more than pleased. Not even sure I had it in me to chase down 2nd place even if I had known it was him, to be honest.

Many of the people out on the course were extremely friendly. I didn’t have the breath in me to respond to everyone with a kind word but I tried my best. Seems like more than a few hit some major running milestones so I am happy for them.

Now I do this all over again in 2.5 days in Flagstaff Arizona where the elevation is even higher! 

 

 

Marshall University Half-Marathon Recap

 A Runner's Ramblings: Volume 19; 5th Edition
65.5 miles run in 2025 races
Race: Marshall University Half-Marathon
Place: Huntington, WV 
Miles from home: 860 miles
Weather: 44 degrees, 91% humidity, slight drizzle

The night before this race, I put a number in my running spreadsheet. This spreadsheet is legendary for containing every run I have done since January 1st, 2006. When I know what I am running in advance, I sometimes put in the distance just to save myself the three milliseconds of having to do it later. For poops and giggles, I decided that I would also throw in my time for this half-marathon. I put 1:39:50.

The time was what I was actually thinking was possible so this was not a pie in the sky goal. But I have also hoped to run it in two previous half-marathons where I did not do it, so it was far from a lock as well. Since my root meniscus tear, one surgery and recovery for ten months which did not work, and then the partial knee replacement I had in February, I have been through a bit of a ringer trying to get back to my pre-injury form. My new knee PR sat at 1:44:28 which I ran in Slovenia two weeks ago. But the combination of near perfect weather, a very flat course, and me not being sick, not dealing with a nasal button surgery which also failed, and a plethora of other things made me feel that sub 1:40 was possible.

Race Morning:

I had booked an AirBnb barely a half of a mile away from the start and because I need very little preparation in the morning, the 7 a.m. start time, which I abhorred, meant I only had to get up at 6 a.m.  Heck, I could have even got up at 6:15 a.m. and it would have been fine. I once had a friend who freaked out for me at my lack of a need to be at a race start two hours before the gun. 

In fact, I got to the race around 6:50 and still had time to make a last minute bathroom break. It was close though as guys were taking their time in the few stalls open to us.  But I made it in time for the end of the national anthem (honestly, when we stop doing this at sorting events it will be a good day), a prayer (could have also done without that) and a few words about a runner the community had lost recently. Then it was all of the usual " ARRREEE YOOOOOOU REEAAAAADY!" stuff to get people fired up or whatever that I typically ignore. I need my energy for the race.

 I am old. Let's just go.

First Three Miles:

My goal when the cannon boomed was to not go out too fast in this first mile as I had in the previous two halfs. In order to break 1:40 I had to average 7:37 per mile. I hit the sweet spot with a 7:24 even if the effort to get it fell more in line with the 7:07 and 7:09 I had run in Slovenia and Bozeman. But the course here in Huntington really suited me. Lots of long straightaways where I can just forget about the race, forgot about the runners, forgot about running the tangents, and just run.

My second mile hit right at 7:35 which was exactly what I predicted it would be at the time. It felt like I had slowed about ten seconds and lo and behold that was the case. The third mile, which had what would be the longest downhill (and subsequently uphill, when we returned on it later) portion of the race didn’t really give me the boost I thought it would but it was still under my goal pace in 7:32. 

We then went through the Huntington Flood Wall and did a quick scamper along the Ohio river.  Usually little diversions like this get a tad too cutesy for me but this was pretty neat. About three miles into a race is usually where I find that a core group of people have sussed out what their pace is and you will be running near them for the majority of the race. You name them in your head. Orange shorts guy. Ponytail girl. For the most part they aren't your competition. They are our comrades. Your pace setters. The ones who keep you honest when you want to slow down.  Today was no different and I began to move in lockstep with more than a few runners. Sure some would fall behind or speed ahead but you could almost always see them or feel them behind you.

To the 10K: 

I knew, having driven the course the day before, that the next two miles were in one direction but curved just enough here and there that some tangent running would be necessary to not run more than what is measured. It still surprises me to this day how few runners seem to know about that and will pick a side and run it no matter how much extra distance they end up running. Probably the same ones who complain that the course is long afterward. (Not me. I just complain when it IS long! See the difference?)

We were getting intermittent sprinkles from the sky so even though I still often wear sunglasses when it is gloomy (sunglasses protect your eyes from random debris as well, many don’t seem to gather) the darkness of the skies and the drops on my glasses made me slide the sunnies to the top of my head on more than a few occasions. Given how much I sweat, rain rarely bothers me. I am going to be that wet in a bone dry race at three miles anyway, so there is no difference where the water is coming from. But I wanted to see in front of me and these were some of my darker glasses. I didn't realize the morning was going to give us rain all day long when we started. But it wasn't bad at all and didn't seem to damper the spirits of the few spectators that dotted the course.

As my fourth and fifth miles were perfectly spot-on for my pace (in fact they were a few seconds faster) in 7:33 and 7:35, I was curious what the sixth mile would hold. This mile contained the steepest hill of the course. Only about a block long, but enough to slow me down a touch, I figured to go over my desired pace and maybe closer to 6:50. When my watch beeped a perfect 7:37, I was elated. I never felt great in this race but I also never once felt bad. Those are usually the races which provide he best overall finishing time. I hoped that was the case today.

Onto mile 10:

This was far and way the nicest portion for your eyes on the course as we ran alongside a creek (named Fourpole for whatever reason) with a plethora of nice houses to our left. The unexpected boost of the sixth mile's time lifted my spirits and put more of a bounce in my step. Could I possibly even break 1:39? A group of people slid up behind me and even though they were running in lockstep, about six of them, they did not appear to know each other or be anything other than that wonderful group that forms on race days of like-minded/skilled people. These people often become your best friends for 90 minutes and then you never see them again. 

This group of men and women passed me, slowed down a touch (or I sped up) and I passed them back. I was really feeling the day and decided to pick up the pace a little more. My 7:32 mile showed that. I followed that up with a 7:35 even though I had to run around a few runners who were beginning to lag a little bit. 

However, right after the 8th mile we left the road we were running on and joined a dirt/rock path that winded next to the road, going under bridges for that quick down/up I despise of paths of this nature and the group passed me right back. I hadn’t been aware this was part of the course and it began to sap my energy. How long will we be on this?, I thought.

Over a mile ended up being the answer as we rounded through lovely Ritter Park, over a wooden footbridge and then headed back the way we had come, just one block north. I had lost touch with the group and they were beginning to fracture as well. My ninth mile was my first mile of the day that was over pace and it was by 12 seconds. Damn it. I really don't like loose gravel paths in a road race.

But after an annoying little out and back (the second of the day to get the required distance for the race), we were on the roads again. Even as we passed under a train track that ran through the northern part of the downtown (there were several streets that went under rather than over this track in the city) and I had an abrupt hill to slow me down, my 10th mile had me almost exactly on pace again with a 7:40. I did the math and realized I could run 7:50 the rest of the way and still get my goal.  If the course wasn’t long.

The final 5k: 

Seeing a 7:3x again for the 11th mile made me so happy even if it was just a 7:39. I was worried this was going to come down to a sprint finish which I did not feel I had in me right then. Buying myself 11 more seconds was huge. A couple of runners passed me who were running the marathon and it hurt the ego a bit. I know I will be back there again but right now when I am afraid I am about to board the struggle bus and them having 13 more miles to run than me, going faster, while talking, stung a little bit.

We were now once again on the curvy street section in the less than savory portion of town. I don’t particularly care what the scenery is as long as the course is fast so this didn’t bother me. I kept playing cat and mouse with a runner clad in a banana yellow outfit who would sprint ahead of me, allow me to pass him while he walked, and then sprint ahead of me again. I was unconcerned with racing him and only wanted to keep my pace. I hoped he would either walk or get out of the way. (He finally passed me for good with about half a mile to go and finished right in front of me.)

As we left the road and made a quick detour through the river retaining wall that keeps the city of Huntington safe from floods, I was admonished by a police officer leading a runner going the opposite direction to move to the right. The fact I was getting there anyway and simply hadn’t been told to get over by any volunteer irked me a bit. I wasn’t going to tackle the freaking guy, officer. I promise I would move. 

A few seconds later I ran through a wall of cheering Marshall University athletes of some nature and gave them the double bicep flex to elicit a a crowd response. It gave me a small boost when they hooted and hollared. Then up the long hill I ventured, again trading place with Chiquita fella and saw my first 7:50 of the day. Drats.

I now had 1.1 miles to go. I knew we ran straight down the street and into the stadium for a finish on the football field. But I wasn’t sure if we ran around the stadium first and backtracked or what. But I could see and measure with my eyes that the stadium wasn’t NEARLY as close as I hoped it would be to get me the cushion I needed. I picked up the pace the best I could, and hit the 13th mile in 7:39. It had felt MUCH faster.

Down a very steep embankment with some mats put out to help runners with their footing (which did the exact opposite in the slick drizzle) we went before bursting out onto the football field. One of the perks of running this race is that as you enter the stadium you are given a football to hold for your final sprint. I have known about this tradition for a long time but was always curious about the delivery system. Meaning, how do they get the football to you?

As my feet hit the field, a woman holding a football locked eyes with me with a “Do you want one?” look in her eye. I nodded yes and then she launched an underhand throw that was, what we call in football parlance, a “hospital throw”. I had to reach up and back to my right, when I was going to my left, to catch the ball. I snagged it with memories of how I used to be able to do the same back in the day as a wide receiver and corralled the errant pass. I barely had time to think about whether I would have stopped to grab the ball if I had dropped it when I realized that we had to run about 70 yards, make a right hand turn, make another right hand turn, and then run 70 yards back to the finish. I looked at my watch as I made the first turn and saw the distance of 13.1 and a time of 1:39:20. Damn it. This was going to be close.

I tucked the football into my right arm and envisioned breaking tackles as I realized that even though the clock was quickly approaching 1:40, I probably still had five seconds to spare from my chip time.
I crossed the line in 1:39:50 according to my watch, fulfilling the prophecy I had written in my spreadsheet the night before. I finally got that sub-1:40 which had eluded me recently.

I stopped for a few seconds to catch my breath, grabbed two small bottles of very cold water and immediately exited the stadium. I had to walk back to my AirBnb, shower, and drive two plus hours to Cincinnati to watch my beloved Bears play the Bengals before going home. A delayed flight meant I could stay longer than originally planned.

If you follow football at all you know I witnessed one of the most bonkers games in recent NFL history. And my Bears won.

Today was a good day.

Stats: 4th in my AG, 73rd OA (out of 1102) and my 116th slowest half-marathon ever.  Next up I have two half marathons three days apart in New Mexico and Arizona in less than a week.  That will leave me with just 8 states to go in running a half-marathon in all 50 state before I turn 50 in May.

I also have to get my final marathon state in there as well.