Dear everyone – please find below a series of very unflattering photos, which ruin what was otherwise an AWESOME race So awesome, in fact, that you get a full recap. Which very rarely happens. Unless I run a marathon.
*There’s less sharting in this story.*
The SMC Road Race Half Marathon
Half marathon number 2 happened. And it really didn’t go anything like the plan.
After last weekend’s mediocre effort (note to self – cake and tempure prawn do not a good pre-race day meal make), I still felt pretty wrecked, so the plan for Sunday’s SMC half marathon was simply to run, go with the flow, and enjoy a pleasant long run.
For once, I ran naked – no garmin, no heart-rate monitor, no watch, no phone. Just me. It’s not that I’ve never run without gadgets before, but I’ve never been in a timed race without them. I figured I had nothing to lose if I just worked off how I felt.
It turns out I feel a hell of a lot better than my watch thinks I do.
I picked a man in front of me – green guy, and kept pace behind him for awhile. He was met 3km in by a girl in a pink belt, who I think might have been his daughter. I’m fairly sure she beat him, which is pretty great, given his surprise when she caught him -
What are you doing up here?!
Green man and pink belt became my targets in the first 10km. I estimated that we’d finish the first 10km loop in about 55 mins.
Taking a step back, my PR for a 10km is 50:20. For a half marathon, I’d only ever run Canberra, which took me about 1:57:xx.
I was feeling pretty good when I passed green man coming down a hill after 8km, but I’m sure you can imagine my shock when I rounded the final corner and saw the clock at the 10km mark – 50:26.
I’d just busted out one of my fastest 10km ever, and I still had a lap to go.
At that point, I hit race mode.
Which was unfortunate, because it was at that moment that Green Man bloked me.
In the most non-creepy way I could manage, I called out:
I’ve been waiting for you
To his credit, he laughed, and told me he had to save some fuel for the hill ahead.
Fair point. I hadn’t thought of that. Turns out that hills are even more brutal the second time around.
No drama. I realised I probably wasn’t going to get a negative split, but was still feeling good. At this point, I was thinking that if I could just keep moving, I might be able to come in under 1:55.
Then the cruellest thing of all happened. At this race, the course in 5km long, meaning that once a half marathoner hits 20km, they reach the finish line, only to have to turn around and go back 500m to make up the final km. It felt like the world’s looooooongest kilometre.
In the self-satisfied way that only a runner would understand, I finally, finally turned that last corner to the finish line, cheering myself because everyone else was busy eating sausages.
I crossed the line at 1:48:46.
I think I have a new favourite distance.
What is your favourite distance to run?
What’s the next BIG race you have on your calendar?
Have you ever run a race ‘naked’?