Elle Woods was so wrong. Whoever said orange was the new pink was right. Not that I don’t love pink, too.
Orange was Prince Liam the Brave’s favorite color (remember – Liam is Gretchen’s son, the found of Cookies For Kids’ Cancer). When I picked up my bib Friday from NYRR for Saturday morning’s little half marathon, guess was color it was? ORANGE. Guess what color a lot of Oiselle’s stuff is? ORANGE.
Thursday night I did have my usual pre-race “I am putting so much pressure on myself and I don’t know why I do this to myself” moment. Friday I ran around like a crazy person. Saturday I felt surprisingly calm and ready to carpe diem. And I had quite a bit to carpe this diem.
Saint Megan said she’d run the race with me. Yes, Megan is, indeed, a saint as she ran the ENTIRE half with me, was the watchbearer (and if you’ve ready any of my posts you know about my relationship with watches and Garmins), and helped me plan the race as we ran it (I term this “intuitive running”) and PR by 2 min! (1:4856 –> 1:46:47 for any numbers people)
Better yet, Megan and I met up with Kelly at the start who was in the midst of a twenty mile run. So, we chatted away the first four miles, and we even ran into Betsy on Harlem Hill (mile 3-ish, I think). And, to top it all off, we saw Ali two times during the race complete with jazz hands and screams of “all my favorite people, you’re going to win!” If you see me during the marathon, please do jazz hands.
I was having such a good time running that, at first, it weirded me out and I was like “why am I having so much fun — races typically aren’t that fun until they’re over.” And, then I remembered this little guy in my awesome training journal:
Lauren and Ro (the Believe I Am peeps) wrote something next to it about people doing best when they are enjoying themselves (they write it more eloquently than that) so I decided to stick with my “this race is my Saturday morning coffee talk session” race plan.
If you want to know the nitty gritty details, the first mile was 8:55, the second 8:45. Miles 3-5 were 8:15-8:20. Mile 6 was 7:53 — when Megan calculated that, I thought that was probably too fast so we intentionally slowed down a bit to make sure I felt strong at the end. Miles 7-9 were about 8 min. Mile 10 was like 8:05 or something, I’m not really sure…maybe it was 8:10 because of the hills. Anyways, 11 was 8:02 and the last two were both 7:43. I guess I can call this race/long run/gossip sesh “progressive.”
I felt really good throughout, even on all the big hills (and the “fake hill” leading up to the reservoir, which I despise). I felt really strong. I had a great time. I did not feel like I was going to throw up at any point.
My finish time was 1:46:47, which is 8:10/mile. Now, I could let this freak me out, because 8:10ish is marathon pace — its technically 8:12 for a 3:35 marathon, but that sounds so odd being like “my marathon pace is 8:12…8:13 far too slow, 8:11 far too fast.” So, I round to whole numbers. I could freak out that thinking “I have to do that twice in like 5 weeks or something if I want to acheive my ‘A’ goal?”
As Saint Megan reminded me 1) I will have tapered for the marathon, 2) I will have another month of long runs and workouts in me, 3) it won’t be as humid, and 4) I won’t be having a gossip sesh for the first several miles. Megan is so wise. Snaps for Megan (name that movie)!
So, I think this race gets too confidence up arrows, maybe three. You decide.
I then ran to shower and head down to the ol’ bake sale, which I will save for tomorrow so as to save you all from reading a short novel.
Here’s a sneak peak:
So, yep, orange is my new lucky color and I think I had a little angel named Liam watching over me all day Saturday. Unfortunately, I’m not in the orange corral for NYC (can I write them and request a switch? ha! I’m serious though), but I will be wearing something orange, that’s for sure.
TELL ME: What is your lucky color, number, stuffed animal, thing? Any superstitions? Things you must do for races, tests, etc?
I definitely have lucky foods, shorts (my Oiselle Lori shorts now), rubber bands, socks…some what out of control.
Until next time…