One week from tonight and I’ll be prepping for my first half marathon in 2 1/2 years. I’m running the Half Marathon of the Harbors in Ventura, CA with my fast, skinny hubby.
As the day approaches, though, I’m finding myself obsessing over my time. I want to set a new PR (personal record). My half marathon PR is 2 hours and 50 minutes, and I set it at my very first race, the Carlsbad in January of 2007. I did nine halves from then to March of 2009 and never broke that time.
I’m 30 pounds lighter than the last time I ran a half. Shouldn’t that translate to at least 20 minutes off my time? Well, I’m pretty sure it won’t after today’s run. Today’s 10-miler took 1:56, and I gave it everything. It was the most physically grueling of all my training runs so far.
My training group (the Galloway Running group in Ventura County) has been running a 1:1 (1 minute run: 1 minute walk) for my level. So, although I’ve done the miles, they’ve been at a pace that’s almost comfortable. There’s effort involved, sure, but it’s not HARD by a long shot.
Today I ran a 4:1. Along the magnificent ocean no less. And the last four miles were filled with physical and mental challenges that I haven’t been experiencing in my training. The last mile I booked it. And it was only my brain that got me through.
So a PR next weekend? Probably, assuming things don’t tank somehow. But the 2:30 time I was hoping for when I started training? I’m pretty sure that’s a “no way.”
I’m mourning it already.