Now, I know that I still have a Half Marathon to run, but the twelve miler is the longest run of my training plan, and I am counting on the race day rush to carry me pretty far during the half. But, I knew that for that twelve miler that I would only have myself to see me through. I began to dread the run even more after I inexplicably scheduled a 10k race for the day before. Why would do such a thing, well . . . I am sometimes a bit of a dumbass! After last weeks 10 miler, which was the longest run of my life to that point, the gravity of this run began to set in, and I felt as if the Imperial March was playing in my head all week. Vadar was coming and he had been disappointed for the last time! My legs were cranky all week, and by Wednesday, I began to think of ways to alter my training schedule. However, Thursday's morning run did a lot to settle my nerves. Still by Saturday morning, there was still part of me that was wanting to skip the 10k. Luckily, it had a $30 entrance fee, and I
But, I didn't want to face him. So I dilly dallied around until it was nearly 8:15 before I left the house. When I got to Umstead, I still wanted no part of this run. I spent the first three miles trying to settle my nerves and reconcile myself to the task at hand. I didn't bring a camera on this run because I wanted to focus on the run. Taking pictures as I run is a good way to make a run pass quickly, but I felt like I need to face up to this one. Look directly at it's Darth Vader face and run it down.
Somewhere into mile three a couple of songs came on my I-pod that helped me to relax. The next three miles went by fairly well, but I was still unnerved by the idea of twelve miles, and I couldn't help but think that it had only been a week ago that I ran ten miles for the first time. However, upon reaching six miles, I was committed. My car was six miles away, and one way or another I was going to have to get back to it, so I may as well run. Over the last six miles I felt a real clarity of purpose. If I were a huge nerd I might say something about "the Force", but I'm not going for a cheezy reference with this post. It is just when I think of things that scared me as a kid, Darth Vader tops the list, and when it come to training for the Half Marathon this run was what scared me the most.
After reaching the the nine mile mark, I knew I had the run in the bag. It was down to a 5k, and I knew that I had more than enough in the tank for a 5k. The last of my hills were in mile ten, and the last two miles just slipped by pretty quickly. My legs hurt as soon as I stopped running, but the pain was just from soreness. . . lost of soreness . . . but not hint of injury or pain that I need to worry about. I had faced down Vader and survived!
12 miles in 2:09:48 for a 10:48 pace