Well, my half-marathon Sunday didn't go exactly as planned. It started out fine, the weather was perfect and I felt pretty good. I knew that I needed to run 9:10 miles in order to make 2 hours and I was so confident that I decide to actually target 8:50 and try to beat my target by a wide margin. Unfortunately, I was a bit too excited and actually started out even faster. I did the first mile in 8:28 and realized I was screwing up. I managed to drop my pace down to my target range and was clicking along comfortably, running 8:42, 8:54, 8:54, 8:51 and 8:54 for the next several miles. I hit the halfway point at 57:31 and felt really confident about hitting my two hour target. I was having a flare up of my recurring knee problem, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle -- just sort of a dull ache. I took stock of how I was feeling and decided to back down my pace just a bit. I did 9:05, 9:02 and 9:04 for my next three miles. Somewhere past the 9 mile marker, there was a water stop with open porta-potties. I had consumed far too much coffee in the morning and figured that since there was no line and I was well ahead of pace, I would go ahead and stop. I figured that it could go really badly if I really need to stop later and there were lines.
This turned out to be a mistake. Standing still for a few minutes tightened up my muscles and when I stepped down the small step to the ground, I felt something bad happen to my knee. It was a very sharp intense pain that I hadn't ever felt before. When I got to the road and tried to run again, my knee would scarely bend and the pain when my foot hit was more than I could handle. I limped along for a while, hoping it would improve. I tried again to run a few minutes later, but still was unable to stand it. I was starting to panic a bit. Finally right near the 10 mile marker, the 2 hour pace group passed me. This caused an instant reaction and I decided I was going to run with them or die trying. It really hurt and I had a very hard time getting back into a "normal" running stride. I eventually did manage to run and although it really hurt, it wasn't quite as bad once I got going as the first few steps were. The group pulled away a bit while I was trying to get started, but I managed to catch up to them. I held on pretty well to the group and hit the 11 mile marker in 9:15. I was experimenting and discovered that if I ran all the way on the right side of the road where the road was banked the most steeply and kept my good leg uphill, it didn't hurt nearly as much. Unfortunately, the pain was making me run funny. I was kind of hopping and I could feel that my hips were rocking a lot and my shadow was bouncing up and down in an exaggerated fashion. I was struggling to hold on to the pace group. They would pull ahead of me and I would grit my teeth and push really hard and catch back up to them, over and over. I made it with the group to the 13 mile marker (9:09) but I was nearly exhausted. They pulled ahead of me again right after the mile marker and although I attempted to bear down and reel them in again, my body wouldn't obey. The gap continued to widen and I just wasn't able to do anything about it.
To make matters worse, we had been herded over to the left side of the road and my bad leg was now on the uphill side of the steeply cambered road and I just felt like I was being stabbed in the knee with each step. Once the pace group dropped me, I couldn't figure out why I was forcing myself to run and the combination of dissapointment, pain and weariness took over and I decided to walk again. Well, technically, I guess I really decided to limp. I must have looked pretty bad, because two different race people asked me if I needed help, but I told them I was going to make it. I ended up hobbling over the line in 2:09, which not only failed to meet my 2 hour goal, but was actually 4 minutes slower than my time in November, even though I KNOW I'm in much better shape now (well, except for the crappy knee).
On the plus side, my lovely wife was also running this race for her first ever half. I managed to get back to the finish line and see her come in. She did it in 2:49, which was MUCH faster than she expected -- so my dissapointment with my result was tempered with pride in hers.
Monument Ave 10k 3/31/12 (no goal -- just hoping I'm still walking after the half)