I signed up for the Houston Marathon a while ago because I was going to see my sister and her fiance and I thought it would be great getting a winter marathon in. She decided she was going to enter the lottery for the half and she was accepted so she began her training! I was excited knowing I would be a part of her first race!
Since no one probably cares about my journey or the details behind it, I am just going to post a few pictures and move on to the race. Let's be real here... we don't have time for filler. The photo 'inserter' on here sucks, so pardon the lack of organization.
|Light rail to the airport|
|Finish line... excited to be here after 26.2|
|RYAN HALL! (he was impressed with my beard)|
|'Wish' - The Mizuno Shoe Guy!|
|City at night|
|More city at night|
|Race day... something seems off here|
|Siblings! Running! Together!|
Well, besides the rain, this race went fairly well. I had to tie my shoes twice (always double knot your shoes!) and dodge some puddles, but other than that I ran a pretty solid race. The course was pretty flat and enjoyable. Very scenic and for the most part I really wasn't too bored (even through miles 16-20... I hate those miles of the race). Here are my splits:
The first few miles of the race I was trying to warm up and find my groove. It was cold and wet and I didn't want to overdo it and have a miserable 26.2. I'd say around mile 4 or 5 I was ready to go and I kept it pretty consistent. I kept looking at my mile splits and thinking that I should probably slow down, but that never seemed to happen. For the most part, my splits kept dropping and I felt good. I got to the half way part a few minutes ahead of my target pace (I was going for 3:15). I was happy knowing if I did crash I'd have bit of a cushion, but I didn't think I was feeling really good.
The next few miles I can't even remember what happened. 14-20 are always the miles I don't remember. I knew I had to get to 20. They had a 'wall' party zone at 20 and I was still feeling good. I was doing a lot of math in my head and the closer I got to the finish line the more I realized 3:15 was probably going to happen. Each mile felt great. I was passing people the entire time which really helped.
Miles 23 and 24 were a little slower and I don't know why. I think I knew I was going to reach my goal and I didn't want to push it until I knew I had enough energy. I hit mile 25, looked at my watch, and then realized that if I had a killer last mile I would break 3:12. My pace was slipping a bit and was thinking it wasn't going to happen. I got a little tailwind that swept through the skyscrapers and I decided I was going to go for it. This little push made all the difference. I managed to rock a sub 7 minute pace for the last portion of the race and I kept looking at my watch and then back at the finish line. I crossed the line with no more than 2 seconds to spare. Sub 3:12! Yah!
This was about 6.5 minutes better than my pr which was pretty exciting. Had the weather been a little better and if I didn't have to tie my shoes twice, I think I could have ran under 3:10 (not that it matters, because it still isn't BQ). However, I realize that my training continues to pay off and I might actually have a chance to Q for Boston in a year or so.
|Congrats to my sister on her first half!!!|
Thanks for reading!