Lincoln-Way Foundation Half Marathon Race Report

When:  Saturday, September 14, 2019 – 7 am

Where:  Frankfort, Illinois

Distance:  Half Marathon 13.1 Miles

Results: Official time 1:38:35 / 12th Overall / 1st Place 55-59 Male Age Group

Results Link:  Click here for the race results

 

 

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Guess which button I pushed.

 

I do dumb things.  Not all the time, but when it comes to running I can make some terrible choices.  This week I decided to race a local half-marathon, two weeks away from Ironman Chattanooga.  Typically this would be a time to reduce mileage and intensity and coast into the “A” race feeling good and raring to go.  My Ironman plan called for a 2-hour run for Sunday, and even though I had already decided that racing would be a bad idea, I went ahead and signed up for it anyway.  This race benefits the local high school foundation and so I didn’t mind contributing to that cause.  I figured that I would push comfortably hard, and if I sensed that I was overdoing it or possibly straining myself too much, I would dial it back and coast it home.  Ha!  On with the race!

I woke up to an absolutely beautiful day, temps in the mid-50’s with low humidity and hardly any noticeable wind.  Perfect running day.  I met up with my son Ben and did some pre-race chatting with him and then got ready.

 

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Ben leading the pack out of the start gate. Nice picture, Kari!

 

The first three miles of this race are basically flat, and I felt awesome.  I was floating along and at the 3-mile mark, I noticed my watch had a 22-minute split, which I felt would have been a pretty good 5K time!  It wasn’t long until we hit the hills of the nature preserve.

The course is on my typical training route so I knew what to expect.  I planned to take it easy up the hills and take advantage of the downhills.  My first mistake was taking a gel right around the 4-mile mark, which was the beginning of one of the big climbs.  I struggled to breathe as I was trying to swallow that junk.  A little of it seemed to lodge in the back of my throat which caused me some irritation that lasted the duration of the race.  It wasn’t killing me, but it certainly was annoying.

It was also about this time that I realized that I was once again the caboose of the front pack of racers.  All the speedsters were ahead of me and I was bringing up the rear.  Not a soul behind me that I could see.  So I focused on keeping up with the group of three runners right ahead of me and tried to keep a steady pace.

Around mile seven I started to catch the group of three that had been ahead of me, but they then started to pull away.  It was still way too early for me to start any sort of kick, so I just tried to keep them in sight.  Around 9.5-miles into it I caught one of them and started working on the rest.  By mile ten I found myself pacing behind another runner wearing an Ironman visor and I ran with him to see how he was feeling.  I had just taken my last of three gels and the energy was starting to come back.  I said to him lets get that guy ahead of us but he couldn’t go with me, so I started reeling in Mr. Pink Shoes.  As I was working on that guy I could hear what I thought was the Ironman visor guy catching up with me, but when he passed me it was another guy that had caught me and was pulling ahead.  I told him to “go get it” and he put some space on me.  As we came to the big hill going over Route 45, I pulled him back in and we both passed Mr. Pink Shoes guy.  I used the downhill after cresting the bridge to kick hard with about a half-mile or so to go and it seemed neither of those two guys had any kick left.  I crossed the finish pretty much with no one in front of me and no one right behind me.  I’ll take that.

So, did the decision to race this close to an Ironman kill me?  No.  It was still not in my best interest to run it, but I’m glad I trusted my instincts and ran the race.  Racing may not be the main reason I run, but it’s up there.

 

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Ben and I post-race and post-breakfast.

 

 

 

Author: Ironman Chris

Family, running, triathlon and drumming are my things.

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