Dan and Rob: Congratulations to both of you on your achievements, Dan on your first marathon and Rob on your PR.
We are home from Des Moines and Sunday's HM. The weather could not have been better, sunny, upper 40s at the start, rising to the mid-50s at the end. No tights today, just shorts, a short-sleeved top and arm warmers that I pushed down after about three miles. As I had planned to do, I found and ran with the 2:20 pacer. I think we started with about eight or 10 of us, several doing their first or second HM. Our pace leader was excellent; she knew whether we were ahead or behind our goal time at the end of each mile and adjusted our pace accordingly.
I don't think I have ever felt more in control in any of my previous HMs than I felt in this race. We started at about a 10:25-10:35 pace and maintained it through the entire distance. Because we started at a conservative pace, the first 7.5 miles were nonstop. I carry a water bottle, so I drank and took gels on the run and did not have to stop for a refill and gels until the water stop between miles seven and eight. That took only about 30 seconds and I was off again. Our pacer slowed for water, but did not stop to walk. I kept her in sight and gradually caught back up, no panic, just slowly reeled her back in. At no time during the race did I feel so out of breath that I had to slow to a walking pace.
Miles four through eight of the HM course go through two parks in downtown Des Moines. That middle part of the course is so scenic that it makes the miles go by quickly. The parks both have lakes and I can see the faster runners ahead of me on the other side of the lake.
The first 26.2 runner passed us with a motorcycle escort somewhere in mile 10. This happens every year.
The only time I fell farther behind was when I slowed at the beginning of mile 11. Miles 11 and 12 have some slight rises as we approach and cross bridge spans. At that point, they felt far steeper than they actually were. Again, no panic, just maintaining a steady pace and accelerating as the road flattened out. I caught up with about a mile to go.
The thirteenth mile is along King Drive in downtown Des Moines. It's six lanes of concrete, flat as a board, and it seems to go on forever. The only saving grace is that at the end of that mile is a left turn into the home stretch with the finish line visible in the distance. The crowd is three or four deep on both sides of the street, necks craning to see relatives and friends.
Today there was no finishing kick, just a steady pace to the finish line. Got my finishing medal from one volunteer and another cut off my timing chip. Our pacer gave me her 2:20 sign as a souvenir. Today was not a PR day, but I had a level of satisfaction that I have rarely felt.
Goal time = 2:20:00. Official finishing time = 2:19:55, good for 12th out of 25 in my 65-69 age group.
My son had already finished, although only 5-1/2 minutes ahead of me, and we met at our arranged spot in the downtown plaza. He said the 2:10 pace group passed him and he was concerned that we might catch him too. Three cartons of chocolate milk later, we headed home. Our wives stayed home with our granddaughter. She's still far too young to take out for several hours. Our daughter-in-law has restarted her triathlon training and may do an indoor tri in January.
I have said this before, but it bears repeating. If you're looking for something to do in October in Iowa, come to Des Moines. They know how to put on a race.
This was my fifth and last HM for the year. I may not do five next year (especially the first three in the space of four weeks in May and June). Although we stayed with family for four of them (the fifth was local) and therefore did not have hotel expense, we spent a lot on gas and entry fees. Decisions, decisions. Ask me again in February.