OUCH! The Finish Line
I was going to run with the 3:40 group, but the pace leader stood there looking around with his thumb up his rump when the race started! Major fail.
So I eased into my rhythm. At 2 miles I noted the 3:35 pace group about 100m ahead, and kept my eye on them. Around the 6 mile mark, a group of 6-7 runners formed and we discussed: What the heck happened to the 3:40 pace leader?! I made a plan with three other runners to gradually catch up to the 3:35 group.
After the race, thrashed but happy!
Feeling good after a water station, I floated away from the chase pack and caught the 3:35 pace group at 13 miles. The groove, the cohesion of this new pack was fantastic with 10-12 runners locked in. I had good stretches and not-so-good-stretches, but kept a positive attitude. I think "this is a dream come true. DON'T LET UP!"
Taking Gatorade at aid stations, and an energy gel every five miles stoked my engine.
I strode in front of our 3:35 group after a drink station with 3 miles to go, feeling good, and threw it down. With two miles to go, I dueled with a women who had also broken away from the pack. She wouldn't let me draw even with her, then I felt an uncanny lift in my stride -- this is the return on all those tempo runs, all those long runs, a sudden burst of effortless pace that took me away from a tough competitor!
Haha, the last mile was dicey as heck but I kicked myself in the butt to keep it rolling. See you at the Boston Marathon in April 2021!
