ING Miami Half Marathon
1-29-2006; 6:00AM- Miami, FL; 75-degrees, 10-12 mph headwinds
SPLITS- 5:40, 11:04 (5:23), 21:49 (10:44), 27:06 (5:16), 32:15 (5:09), 10K- 33:06, 37:22 (5:06), 42:46 (5:23), 48:06 (5:19), 53:02 (4:55), 58:33 (5:31), 1:03:53 (5:19), 6:17
* Whoa.. what a race. My legs felt pretty good pre-race, not much tightness from yesterday's 5K, and that was good, but my stomach was a complete mess. No idea why. Anyhow, once again, the wind was outrageous. I truly felt bad for the marathoners out there. To battle that wind for 13 miles was enough, for 26, unreal. We started out cautiously, as the first 4 miles would be into the most direct of headwinds, up to 12 mph or perhaps more. No one wanted to work. No one wanted to lead. Everyone just wanted to tuck in and have someone else block the wind. Thank goodness that I was one of the smallest guys in the field, as I was able to tuck in behind some 6-footers and attempt to run as comfortably as possible in the darkness.
I don't think the human body, at least mine, is ready to run sub-5:10 pace at 6AM on a Sunday morning. I felt like a fish in school, swarming left and right across the road with the movement of the pack. I felt content to just tuck in and stick with my race plan, which was to begin racing after 5 miles. Try to avoid the wind as much as I could. As we passed the opening mile in 5:40, there was a collective laugh from the group. Could it get any slower?
I was trying to key off of pre-race favorite, Ronnie Holassie, as I thought I could give him a challenge. He would continually send off Kenyan Paul Mwangi to break the wind for him and push the pace, using Mwangi as a shield to break away. I noted this and followed immediately. However, I got a little rough at about 5-6 miles, with my left leg starting to give me problems (an issue I have dealt with on and off for years). For the next couple of miles I served as a personal race escort to one of the Russian marathoners, as I tried to work out of my funk. The lead pack was not getting away, but I wasn't capable of gaining either, as my leg was just shut-down and I was not fluid at all.. just working way too hard, too early in the race. But alas, at about 9-10 miles, all systems were go, and I took off..
Probably too hard. I dropped a 4:55 mile in order to catch the leaders, but I was in a zone and feeling good. I completely focused and finally caught what ended up being 3rd place after the 11-mile mark. I was starting to get apprehensive that perhaps I had awoken too late in the race. I would have to run another 15:40-something 5K in order to at least get runner-up, but I was on my way. When I caught 3rd, he (Dan from Atlanta) surged with me. This caused me to accelerate even more, as I wanted to discourage him immediately, but he stayed with me. Finally, he broke and I was gaining on 2nd, but soon by 12 miles, I was pretty much bankrupt. I slowed to a crawl, my body unwilling to give more. But I had to hold on. I had the over-whelming feeling that 4th would catch me quite soon if I didn't get going, and man, was I trying. Finally, I got some life into me and made another charge for home, but I would come up short of 2nd, 1:09:45, by 25 seconds.
Oh well, it was one heck of an exciting roller-coaster of a race. It was definitely the hardest 1:10 I have ever run in a half. The surging, the conditions, everything contributed to the race. Perhaps I would have had more if I did not race the day before, but this was my time to experiment and I'm pleased with the results. I'll take 3rd, 1:10 (my pre-race prediction based on the conditions), and the $100 and airplane ticket for top local runner.
Now my goal is to duplicate this effort at Boston and run a 2:20:20 or thereabouts... :) Perhaps the best surprise of the day was my wife's 1:32:43 performance. How she continues to whip these races out of nowhere with limited training just blows me away. Her performance was strong enough for 4th place in the 25-29 age group, and she even split 43:18 for her 10K, which is what she has been racing at recently! Also, a big congratulations to my dad for his rabbiting duties of boss and friend, Carlos Pino, and his mighty impressive 2:10:14 Half Marathon debut! Congratulations to everyone!