speed dating

February 27, 2011 at 3:31 pm 9 comments

after my little food poisoning experience before the gasparilla marathon last year, i’ve been pretty hesitant to eat out prior to a race. but yesterday afternoon the ironman called to tell me he finally registered for the half and asked if he could take me out to a pre-race carb fest. his company seemed a far better option than sitting home alone with plain, boring, safe pasta so Β i eagerly accepted. to avoid runner crowds at the more popular downtown restaurants, we opted for a little hole in the wall italian place out by me so he picked me up. as we were pulling out of my driveway he laughed and said he had something for me which instantly put me on defense. i had a guy bring me jewelry once on date two which i found really weird and inappropriate. flowers i can tolerate. but much more while in the beginning dating stages freaks me out. but it didn’t take long before i realized that the only gift the ironman brought me was the 140.6 magnet he stuck on the back of my car to rival my apparently measly 26.2. i can already tell this one is a smart ass and i like it πŸ™‚ by the way, he did skip out of work early on tuesday to do the irish run with me so this was date number three … in just over a week! not like me at all.

at dinner we talked about the race and what we wanted from it. his original plan had been to pace me which i can’t deny i thought was really sweet. his running as of late has been minimal but i knew he could kick my ass and the more we talked the more excited he seemed to be getting about running it. i made sure he knew i wanted him to run his own race and not worry about me and by evening’s end i felt certain he’d be waiting at the finish line. funny we both always make three goals; the acceptable, the desired and the kick-ass-dream goal. mine were 2:05:00, sub 1:57:00 for a pr and the ultimate no way in hell of 1:50:00. his were sub-2, 1:50:00 and 1:40:00 though i think even those were a little on the safe side for him. after dinner we went our separate ways with a kiss and a 5:15 a.m. game plan meet up.

true to form i woke up at 2:30 a.m. this morning raring to go but managed to get about another hour of rest (definitely not sleep) before finally crawling out of bed. though far from perfect i was happy to see that my hip and back were feeling a little better than they had been for the last few days. when i saw my doctor for a new ambien prescription the other day i had her give me a muscle relaxer as well just in case and i took a couple yesterday afternoon. through this entire nine months of pain i’ve never once allowed myself anything more than ibuprofen and maybe i’ve been a little too stubborn in that department because i do think they helped. it was also nice to see that the weather was a few degrees cooler than expected and hardly a drop of humidity which was my saving grace! i was running for a corporate team and was not happy to have to wear a cotton t-shirt ~ which i doctored by slicing off the sleeves and the neck. it sucked but i’ll wear cotton for free race entry any day!

i love the energy of race day! the nervous excitement radiating among thousands of runners. it’s so infectious! start time was 6 a.m. and we barely managed to check bags, walk to the start then battle our way through the crowd to the 8:50 pace group before the gun went off. the first few miles i felt great! we made it through the bottleneck bridge without too much of a delay. passed by the nyc girl’s house where she and her son were cheering. and the ironman stayed by my side. mile 1 ~ 9:02 (the bridge). mile 2 ~ 8:38. mile 3 ~ 8:39. mile 4 ~ 8:39. i’ve never run such perfect splits. but around mile five i started feeling a little off kilter. the hip was a little achy and my legs were tired. i pulled back just a bit and told the ironman to go on ahead. i could tell he was itching to. but i was surprised that he fell back in beside me instead. mile 5 ~ 8:50. mile 6 ~ 8:43. mile 7 ~ 8:49. mile 8 ~ 8:45. mile 9 ~ 8:55. i was waiting for the crash. the sun was up. it was getting warm. and i knew i couldn’t maintain. when i dropped to a 9:12 on mile 10 i figured that i was done but with a little encouragement i managed to pick it back up a little and hit mile 11 at an 8:57. just after that i walked a water stop and desperately wanted 30 seconds extra walk time. but the ironman beckoned and reminded me a slow run was better than a walk. with two miles to go those 30 seconds could make or break my race and he didn’t want to see me disappointed. i pushed as hard as i could but i really felt i had nothing left and hit mile 12 at a depressing 9:24. but as we crossed into the final 1.1 i realized that i safely had a sub-2. my more than perfectly acceptable goal was well within reach and between that and the ironman’s urging i dug deep and found a little extra. mile 13 was an unexpected 8:41 and as the finish line came into view i realized what i think he had known for miles, i wasn’t just going sub-2, i was going to be within seconds of a pr. there was no sprint. i couldn’t find it. but somehow i managed to maintain that sub-9 pace and cross the finish line at a 1:56:47. a pr by 13 seconds!

after the race i was on such a high! i honestly had no intention of running a pr today. even sub-2 seemed so outside the realms of possibility given all givens. though i know that ultimately i’m the one who ran it, i really don’t think i could have or would have pushed through the way i did without the ironman. i was really touched by the fact that once we started, not once did he consider leaving my side. there were more than enough times i could feel his itch to go. but every time i encouraged him to, he turned the talk back to me and said it was my race. my time. next time though he said … he’s out for blood πŸ˜‰

and just because i knew it had to happen, while the ironman and i were waiting at the finish line for b3 and her mom, who should come shuffling across at a 2:06:00 but the knight himself. i’d spent friday night with him. sunset on his boat and a homemade dinner. it was a really nice time but i’m definitely feeling a little sweet on the ironman. i had a split second panic attack but thankfully i immediately got the impression the knight had no desire to chat much or, thank god, kiss me! a quick hug and update on times and he was off to prepare for his next race. but don’t think i missed the once over he gave the ironman. maybe juggling really isn’t such a good idea.

all-in-all an amazing day! a new half marathon pr! and a 13.1 mile date with a guy i think i kind of like. life is good!

update because i love stats. i was:
in the top 18 percent of females
in the top 20 percent of my division
in the top 28 percent of finishers overall

not bad for still being broken huh πŸ™‚

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sleep eludes me week of feb 20 ~ gasparilla half pr

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  • 1. crazyrunninglegs  |  February 27, 2011 at 4:11 pm

    Awesome job!!! I’m SUPER jealous. I think if I hadn’t gotten caught in the back (long story), I would have come close to finishing around the same time as you. That bottleneck sucked! The rest of the race was amazing though.

    Ironman sounds like a great guy πŸ™‚ Love that he put the focus on you!

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    • 2. becelisa  |  February 27, 2011 at 4:24 pm

      oh no! be sure to write about what happened! did you heed my advice and go up on one of the sidewalks across the bridge? it’s the only way to even remotely make decent time on it. i looked for you while we were waiting at the finish. figured there wouldn’t be too many 5’10” women crossing around the two-hour time frame but it was too crowded and admittedly i was caught up in my own glory.

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  • 3. kitkat1126  |  February 27, 2011 at 6:41 pm

    YES!!!!!!! Bask in that new pr time, you deserve it! Now you know, you can get through this injury! …and really liking the sound of ironman πŸ™‚

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    • 4. becelisa  |  March 1, 2011 at 8:58 pm

      thanks πŸ™‚ given all my physical issues i NEVER would have dreamed i could pr. i think overcoming the mental block was almost as important as overcoming the physical.

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  • 5. runandcook  |  February 28, 2011 at 4:06 pm

    Aww i LOVED this!!! Seriously YAY!!! way to go on your PR!!! and nice! nice! time with ironman πŸ˜‰

    WAY TO GO!!!

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    • 6. becelisa  |  March 1, 2011 at 9:00 pm

      thanks. i owe a lot of it to ironman. so cool that he stuck by my side and never let me quit.

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  • 7. bgirl875  |  February 28, 2011 at 11:54 pm

    This is kick ass, all the way. So proud of you and happy for you at the same time. Enjoy your bask!

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  • 8. becelisa  |  March 1, 2011 at 9:00 pm

    basking … still πŸ™‚

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  • 9. will run for booty « becelisa  |  March 9, 2012 at 3:34 pm

    […] half. 2010 was the final running of the GDC full marathon ~ a race i ran with food poisoning. 2011 i ran my current half pr of 1:56:47 ~ and this year the 5k with sab on saturday and the half solo on sunday. the gasparilla distance […]

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the best of times

5k pr ~ 24:23
10k pr ~ 52:49
half marathon pr ~ 1:55:10
marathon pr ~ 4:10:41
half ironman pr ~ 5:57:50
50k pr ~ 5:33:23
50-mile pr ~ 11:32:39

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