I found I've forgotten how to race. Not the basics like starting line and finish line but more of the things that you don't really even think about that you do naturally. The following are examples:
- The rain yesterday led to wind today (weather advisory said sustained 20-30 mph with gusts over 45 mph) and it was cold in the morning (44 degrees). I thought I brought enough variations of clothing and ultimately decided shorts, long sleeve technical tee and waffled about the hat (others were having their hats blow off). I was cold in the corral but perfect during the race itself.
- I got to Central Park early but the only tee shirts left were size small, medium and kids. There were kids races after the 4m. While I have shrunk a bit over time, medium is still a stretch (ba dum dum).
- I couldn't get my hear rate monitor to work so I decided to scan for it. When the message came up "MULTIPLE HR MONITORS DETECTED," I realized this wasn't the wisest thing to do with thousands of runners around.
- When the race started I thought I hit start on both my Garmin and my timex (the backup) thinking I was smart.
- About a quarter mile into the race I felt I was going to fast up "Cat Hill," looked at the Garmin and found the pace was 10:03 (a little fast for me) and the elapsed time was 0:00. I didn't hit the right start button. Duh.
- I walked a lot and thought about doing an official run/walk schedule. A 5/1 kept going through my mind but somehow it never went beyond the thinking stage
The net was I finished the 4 miles in 46:10 for an 11:32 pace per mile. I was running well (for me) when I was actually running but two things stand out: 1) my knee didn't hurt more than usual except for a couple of twangs: 2) I got number 5 of the 9 races required to get into a future NYC marathon.
But wait, to paraphrase Ron Popiel, there's more. My training day wasn't over. Since there will be no running at Eagleman for me, I needed to get some more time in the saddle. I hopped on the bike and rode an additional hour on the computrainer in the evening at a recovery L1/L2 effort. Every little bit helps.
PS: Shout out of healing vibes to EagleTim who went down on his ride Saturday separating his shoulder. His season now, at best, is in a state of ambiguity before it even started.
PPS: While watching the Mets v. Giants this afternoon, my daughter walked by and said why one guy using a pink bat and others had pink armbands. Then she remembered that today was Mother's Day. Luckily I remembered earlier. Happy Mother's day to all!