Today was the goal race. It was perfectly scheduled (by accident, I’ll admit) on the last day of “my” sixteen week plan. The taper went smoothly. It was a fast course—flat and all on roads. It was big field (though not many at the same pace as me, unfortunately). And the temperature, as if by the hand of fate itself, went from high 70s a week ago to low 50s today.
I was fit. I was healthy. The course was perfect. The conditions were perfect.
In short, it was the perfect setup for a total disaster. Had I blown it, there would have been absolutely nothing to blame but myself.
But, I didn’t blow it.
My final pace was 6:21/mile, which is right what I was aiming for. And my final time was 19:10, which would be truly fantastic for me… if it were real.
The course, unfortunately, was 3.02 miles, or .08 miles short of a full 5k. Assuming I could have held that 6:22 average pace for the missing .08 miles, my real time would have been 19:40. So… success! Sort of. It is a record for me, and I’ll call it a half accomplishment of my 2017 running goal of a 19-something 5k, but my Garmin is unforgiving, and still lists the 20:20 5k from March of this year as my 5k PR. That half of my goal—the electronic acknowledgement—will have to wait.
And just because I care about such things, a couple notes about the race itself.
- I started deliberately slow, standing several rows back at the line and trying not to dash around the joggers and children who seem always to claim the front for a couple hundred meters before fading. The net effect of this was to bring my initial ¼ mile split to 97 seconds, which is almost exactly on pace. In other words, by forcing myself to go out freakishly slow, I ended up going out just right.
- My mile splits were 6:30, 6:28, 6:06 (plus five seconds for that spare .02 miles). So very negative splits. Frankly, I’m a bit stunned at that last mile. When I run mile intervals, with six minutes rest in between, I only hit 6:15 or so on my third interval.
- I felt great all the way through. In fact, I kept expecting to have that moment of agony when I just couldn’t sustain my pace, but it never really came. There was the usual steady pain, of course, but no crushing I-must-slow-down-or-I’ll-die sensation. I think this means I probably could have gone out a little faster. A little. Next time I’ll make a bit more effort to stay at 6:20 pace during miles 1 and 2.
In any case, here is my updated race time graph:
Oh, and my nemesis beat me. I’ve beaten him two races in a row with considerably worse times, but apparently he and I both had great days today, probably because of the weather. His was a little greater, though. One week from today, a rematch.
But for now, I’m happy that the last sixteen weeks have added up to something. A 21 second PR may not seem like much–it may not BE much–but cross one item off the bucket list. Okay, half an item. Stupid Garmin.