Good evening all, I hope this finds you well, I apologize in advance for the length of this so settle in! Things have been super busy with training, working and everything in between. Most recently I competed in the Blue Cross Broad Street run and I had some big goals for myself(we will get to that). After the Marine Corps 17.75K run (recap here) I was very nervous going into this run for multiple reasons. If you did not read the post from that race you should start there first.
Race week came and I was feeling good. My long runs were good and I did some speed work in between so the running felt good and I felt good about my goals. Friday rolled around and it was different that the Marine Corps race because I did not have to leave until Sunday. My goal from that race to this race was to minimize stress. Unfortunately that goal was killed when I never received my confirmation email that I was supposed to get in order to pick up my packet. That being said I tried not to sweat it, I found my bib number and had my plan. Saturday I woke up early and went to handle my shake out stuff. The run felt good, cadence was where it needed to be and everything went well. I jumped in the pool for a light swim and then went to work. My shift felt like it was dragging, I just wanted to get in the car and go! I finished my last lesson, showered and I was off.
Gotta do shake out selfie!
The drive went well and thank god I did not hit any traffic on the way there. I got into Philly parked my car and headed for the hotel. The best part about this race is that when I get there Saturday I park my car and do not have to move it again until Sunday when I leave to go home. I checked in to the hotel and then it was off to find the convention center. If you read last years post, you will remember that I am not good at navigating the city so I may have walked in a bit of a circle. Either way, I found it, got my bib, stopped by the Delmo booth the see Steve and then it was back to the hotel.
Race gear ready to go.
One of the perks of doing this race was that the Phillies offered us BOGO tickets to Saturday nights game. BOOM! What better way to relax that hit a Phillies game with My boy Jimbo! So I showered, stuffed my face with pasta, yes I brought my own this time and jumped on the subway(yet another disaster in navigational skills). The game felt like it was dragging on and then we got hit with a HUGE storm and were in a rain delay. At this point we made a decision to just leave because it was getting late and I had to be up early. I headed back to my room, set my alarm and called it a night.
Night view from the room.
Sunday morning came fast, but I felt ready. I woke up, grabbed my breakfast and coffee. I knew I had to be on the train no later than 6:30 so I was out the door pretty quick. I arrived at the start with no problems and so then began the waiting game. I went through some stretching, sucked down one final Powerbar Blend and then got in position. From this point on I had my headphones in and I was in the zone. I knew what my goal times were and I was ready to go.
As the corral began to move up I felt the nerves start. I crossed the start line, jumped to hit the banner and I was off. The first few miles flew by and I was hitting all my times right on. I was taking in water at each aid station and checking my watch periodically for cadence and time around each mile. Somewhere between mile 6-7 something happened that has NEVER happened to me before. I started to doubt myself. I looked down at the watch, I was on pace, my cadence was where I wanted it, everything was fine, so what was the problem you ask? I knew I had 3+ miles that I needed to hold that pace for. Could I continue to hold this? Did I go out too hard? Was I going to make it? I told myself that I needed to make it to the next aid station and take my gel. If I could fuel by mile 8 I knew I would see my mom at mile 9 and finish very strong. I saw the water station so I ripped open my gel, that thing never tasted so good. I sucked down two race cups of water and it was go time! From 8-9 I got my second wind. Knowing mom was at mile 9 and would be screaming her lungs out carried me through big time. I approached mile marker 9 and I did not see her so I kept trucking. Just as I thought I had missed her I could hear her cow bell and screaming over the music. I slapped her a high five so hard her hand is probably still red. Just as with 17.75 the emotions flooded through my body. These emotions were different though, this was an I AM GOING TO DO IT!! emotional rush. I gave it everything I had. I looked down and saw 9.5 miles and gave it everything I had left. As I crossed the line I jumped up and hit the banner again. I looked down at my watch to hit stop and look at the time 1:20!!!! ONE HOUR AND TWENTY MINUTES!!! I did EXACTLY what I came to do. My goal time was 1:20 to hold an average of 8:00/mile. This was a PR for me and not just by a few minutes but it was an 18 minute PR. Last year I went 1:38 and some change. I can't even begin to explain how I felt and how I still feel writing this. All the hard work, all the dedication, all the workouts, earlier mornings and doubts all paid off in one moment.
I hung around the Navy yard for awhile and saw some amazing people who also did the race. Unfortunately with over 40,000 runners I did not get to see all the people I wanted to see. I can't begin to thank everyone enough. Mom carried me through that last mile and knowing she was there in such a key spot was killer. Jimbo came down and had an awesome night with me at the game and really put my mind at ease. He has been there since day one and been such a huge part of this I can't thank him enough. Thank you to Brandon for helping me dialing in my running form and cadence in order to reach this goal. Thank you to all of my friends and family for the motivational texts and messages the morning of the race and during the race. Lastly thank you to all of you, my readers and supports, so of whom I have never even met for supporting me in this goal. Everyone has been amazing and I really can't thank you enough.
Next up on the schedule is Escape the Cape Olympic distance triathlon in Cape May, New Jersey! Until next time thank you for reading and I look forward to seeing you again soon!
All for now,
Keep FSU and Do It For Yourself
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