The race was superbly organized. There were no glitches, the starting line & corrals were set up well, the pacers were very visible thanks to the giant yellow helium balloons that had been strapped onto them with their pace printed on them, all the aid stations along the way were manned and supplied well and lastly, as soon as you finish the run and walk twenty feet, your medals were handed to you - no messy long queues. Kudos to the organizers.
The half marathon was flagged off exactly at 4:30 as scheduled and 2 hours 42 minutes and 36 seconds after crossing the start line, I made it to the finish... It was a really good run. Might not be the better by 15 minutes PB I wanted but was a PB all the same! I'll take it! :-)
I had been running for about a minute or so when I saw the big yellow balloons that said 2:30 bobbing past me. This was expected and I figured as long as I could keep them in sight just ahead and stick to my pace plan, I could still make it. The starting few kilometers were good. I was running steady and strong and managed to maintain a pace between 6'50" and 7'15". I really thought a 2:30 time was doable. I reached the 8k marker at 57:26 (less than a minute off the plan) and then somewhere between 8k and 9k I switched off. I gave into the steady rhythm of running, just listening to the pounding of my feet on the roads and indulging in my favourite thing to do during these runs - people watching. Checking out running outfits, gawking at those amazing gazelle-like runners who finish like a whole hour and a half before you, looking out for familiar faces, studying the running form of those around me - it is really, really occupying not to mention distracting.
My pace started slipping at around the 9k mark. I could blame it on the hot sultry weather (there wasn't the slightest breeze stirring even around Marina beach), or the raging cold that I had woken up with but by the 17K mark, I was starting to feel fatigued. The 2:30 pacers had long been out of sight and I knew there was no chance I would make it in my goal time. At around 19K when we came up to the flyover my mental state was "f#$% not this again". I had been hoping against hope that we would bypass the flyover on the return. By kilometer 20, I felt like I was done. I was really tempted to just walk the last kilometer and 100 meters but something just kept me going. It must have been a lot to do with the cheering crowd that had lined up all along the last kilometer stretch of the route.
As I turned into the last 200 meter or so stretch to the finish line, I could spot the giant digital clock that was counting down the seconds since the flag-off time and it said 2:43-something. I was completely dismayed thinking I wouldn't PB at all so gave it my all for that last stretch and stepped over the finish mat as the clock said 2:44-something thinking not bad - at least PBed by a minute. Later when I got my timing SMS from the race organizers saying 2:42:36, I realized that had not taken to account the difference between my start time and the flag-off time. :-) PBed by 3 minutes.
Today's run wasn't as peachy as my first. I finished my first feeling I could run another 5 kilometers, unlike today. There is also a lot more soreness & tightness of the muscles today which I attribute to not warming up properly. I normally finish my warm-up routine at home before any run. I just didn't manage to squeeze in the time today having woken up at 3:15 and then leaving home by 3:45. I got to the race venue with just a few minutes to spare before the flag-off announcement and did a super rushed, half-baked warm-up routine which didn't cut it.
Feeling okay now after a whole day of stretching, and nutrition-packed eating and am strangely looking forward very much to the next one!
My pace started slipping at around the 9k mark. I could blame it on the hot sultry weather (there wasn't the slightest breeze stirring even around Marina beach), or the raging cold that I had woken up with but by the 17K mark, I was starting to feel fatigued. The 2:30 pacers had long been out of sight and I knew there was no chance I would make it in my goal time. At around 19K when we came up to the flyover my mental state was "f#$% not this again". I had been hoping against hope that we would bypass the flyover on the return. By kilometer 20, I felt like I was done. I was really tempted to just walk the last kilometer and 100 meters but something just kept me going. It must have been a lot to do with the cheering crowd that had lined up all along the last kilometer stretch of the route.
As I turned into the last 200 meter or so stretch to the finish line, I could spot the giant digital clock that was counting down the seconds since the flag-off time and it said 2:43-something. I was completely dismayed thinking I wouldn't PB at all so gave it my all for that last stretch and stepped over the finish mat as the clock said 2:44-something thinking not bad - at least PBed by a minute. Later when I got my timing SMS from the race organizers saying 2:42:36, I realized that had not taken to account the difference between my start time and the flag-off time. :-) PBed by 3 minutes.
Today's run wasn't as peachy as my first. I finished my first feeling I could run another 5 kilometers, unlike today. There is also a lot more soreness & tightness of the muscles today which I attribute to not warming up properly. I normally finish my warm-up routine at home before any run. I just didn't manage to squeeze in the time today having woken up at 3:15 and then leaving home by 3:45. I got to the race venue with just a few minutes to spare before the flag-off announcement and did a super rushed, half-baked warm-up routine which didn't cut it.
Feeling okay now after a whole day of stretching, and nutrition-packed eating and am strangely looking forward very much to the next one!