Race Report: Shamrock Half Marathon

Thanks for all of the advance congrats, blogpeople!  I am pretty happy with how I ran this race.  It wasn’t a PR.  Nothing ever is.  But I haven’t cracked 1:40 since…um, high school?  So there’s that.  Huzzah!

Here’s how it went down:

After exactly seven pee stops (that’s one every thirty minutes!), I rolled in to Virginia Beach on Saturday afternoon and made a quick stop at the expo to grab my schtuff.  I promptly got the hell out of there because I had to pee (again!) and the bathroom lines were outta control.

Headed out to my friend Jenni’s house (thanks for letting me camp in your guest room, Jenni!), a few miles away.  We gabbed and I drank more water.  We went out for pizza and I ate more than her and her son combined.  We were both yawning by 10 PM.  I peed one more time and then fell in to bed like a pizza-stuffed sack of…well, pizza, I guess.

Up and at ’em at 5:00 AM on race day.  Ugh, that is the worst part about races. I drove down to the beachfront, parked in an already-packed garage near the finish area, and started the 15-block trek north toward the start.  I quickly realized that it was windy and miserable, and that everyone was wearing sweats and hats and gloves, whereas I was a shivering mess in shorts and a long sleeved throwaway tee.

Ugh.  Why am I doing this again?

Although it was a mild 45*, the wind felt like ice.  Ice that blows sand in your eyes.  I ducked in to a 7-11 and purchased a cup of the worst coffee I’ve ever consumed, sipping it while considering my options.  I could:

(A) Go back to the car and get more clothes; or

(B) Suck it up and start moving to warm up a little.

Of course I opted for B.   I continued north at a slow jog and started to feel slightly less miserable.

As it turns out, that was a good decision because as it was, I barely had enough time to drop off my bag, defile a port-o-potty, and hop in to my corral.  Right on time at 7 AM, we were off.

Mile 1 – 7:38
Mile 2 – 7:37
Mile 3 – 7:31

Thankfully, we immediately headed  a couple of blocks inland.  The wind backed off considerably.  I focused on just getting in to a nice easy groove.  I still had my throwaway shirt on and didn’t even look at my Garmin until I saw the first mile marker.

I had gone in to this thing with a couple of goals:

  • Break 1:40.
  • Run a nice, even, smart race.
  • Don’t f*ck up.

I was rather pleasantly surprised when I saw my first mile split.  I had assumed, with how mellow the pace felt, that I was closer to 8:00.  Still, I held back.  Smart race.  Smart race.  Smart race.

After a couple of miles, we turned off of the residential road and headed thorough a park-like area and a pretty grove of windswept trees.  Easy peasy. Hey.  This is actually kind of pleasant.

Mile 4 – 7:26
Mile 5 – 7:21
Mile 6 – 7:29

I spent most of miles 4 and 5 attempting to lose this chick who was, like, sucking gas.  Loudly.  “Damn,” I thought to myself.  “If that’s how you feel at mile four, it’s going to be a long morning for you, sweetie.”  And then I remembered that I’ve gone out WAY too hard in my fair share of races and have probably totally been that girl before.  Huh.

Regardless, I finally shook her loose and fell into step with a friendly older guy from Ohio.  We chatted our way through mile marker six.  And then just like that, we were halfway there.

Mile 7 – 7:24
Mile 8 – 7:31
Mile 9 – 7:20

We were now running through some sort of military site thingy and making a slight turn back toward the water – right in to the wind.  Awesome.  I could see this lighthouse in the distance.  I figured it must be the lighthouse I had heard people talking excitedly about.  As in: “Yeah, as soon as we hit the lighthouse it’s a straight shot down Atlantic Ave!”

But I knew it was way too soon to be thinking I was on the homestretch.  I glanced periodically down at my wrist and saw that I was hanging on to my goal pace just fine.  Just hang out there, I told myself.

Somewhere around mile 8, we made the final turn around the bluff and hit a nasty patch of headwind, along with the only hill of the course.  It was a wee little thing, but suddenly it felt like I was running up Mt. Suck.*  I could feel my gait start to flatten – oh, hey, there’s the feeling I’ve been dreading for the last hour.

Mile 10 – 7:18
Mile 11 – 7:29
Mile 12 – 7:30

Well, at least we’re past that damn lighthouse.

Running was starting to feel a little bit…well, hard.  And as much as that sucked, physically, I was actually a little relieved because it hadn’t really felt like I’d been racing up to this point.  Thirty minutes, I told myself.  You can run hard for thirty minutes, I thought.  That’s one episode of House Hunters.

And at some point, it dawned on me that I was actually going to do this.  I was going to finish under 1:40.  I was not going to f*ck up.

I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt that way during a half before.  Whoa.

Halfway through mile 10, I felt a little surge of energy and started to work my way forward in the pack.  I pulled up alongside woman in a pink shirt.  We chatted for a bit and she started snarking on a woman who was running in front of us in a wool hat, who I’d been watching for the last several miles.  I immediately decided that I liked Pink Shirt.

“Let’s go get her,” I said.  Pink Shirt agreed.

I totally owe Pink Shirt and her sass for what would be my fastest mile of the race, that mile 10.

Unfortunately, I lost my nerve somewhere in the early part of mile 11.

We were averaging sub-7 pace.  I got…scared?  I don’t know.  I let Pink Shirt pull away and settled back in to my more-comfortable low-mid-7 pace.  This, I count as my only mistake of the race.  Because she was fun and distracting and really…why couldn’t I have tried to go with her?  Sigh.

And so I plodded along.  I focused on just staying sharp on my feet and avoiding the temptation to shuffle.  Pink Shirt and Wool Hat were still well within sight.

Mile 13 – 7:19
0.1 + change – 1:01

So this last mile was hard.  But I’m not sure the last mile of a long race is ever easy?  I tried to talk myself in to picking up the pace.  Myself snapped back that it was actually rather weary of this whole running thing.  We compromised and I focused on just maintaining.

With half a mile to go, we turned on to the boardwalk.  Finally, the ocean!  Yay! But…oh damn, is that the finish line?  Why does it look so small?  Ugh.

I wish I could say I had an awesome sprint finish for this one, but no.  I gave it my all, but I just didn’t have much of a kick left in me.  Still, coming down that last stretch of boardwalk, I managed to pass a bunch of people who were in worse shape than me.  Little victories.

Finish time: 1:38:01.  7:28 pace.

I found Pink Shirt in the baggage claim area.  She beat the annoying hat chick.  And finished about 30 seconds ahead of me.  Why didn’t I go with her again?

Oh well.  Next time.

Am I happy with my finish time?  Yes, absolutely.  Do I think I can run better?  Yes, definitely.  But the thing I’m most happy about, reflecting on this race, isn’t my time.  It’s that I finally (finally!) seem to be learning how to race a little smarter.  I went out conservatively (maybe even too conservatively) and finished strong.  I didn’t f*ck up.  Yay me.

And a beer for you if you made it though this entire post.

Well, I’m off to eat cheese straight off the block for dinner.  I really need to get my act together when it comes to preparing decently healthy food for myself.  (And maybe get my blogging act together, too.  Are y’all sick of cartoons about peeing and long-winded race reports yet?)

‘Til manana….

[*Side note: did you know there is actually something called Mt. Trashmore in Virginia Beach?  I can’t decide whether this is awesome or disgusting.]

51 responses to “Race Report: Shamrock Half Marathon

  1. Do you like GUs or chomps during half marathons?

    • I had a Gu with me (Vanilla flavor), but didn’t end up taking it! I just didn’t feel like breaking my stride and by the time I felt like I wanted it, I only had a mile to go.

      I actually prefer the Chomps and use them during long training runs sometimes, but find them a little difficult to deal with during a race (sticky fingers).

  2. Congrats on a well-executed run! Some credit must go to your excellent hydration… part of me wants to take this post and put this post into Wordle to see if “peeing” is highlighted as a major word. That would make me giggle.

    Fun report to read!

  3. GIRL! You rocked it, I was sucking wind in that race! And the Army thingy is Fort Story. LOL. Congrats a great race!

  4. Heh. This sounds familiar. 😉

    The “fuck, I really should have gone with her” feeling is the fucking worst. Because after you’re done, it’s easy to see what you might not have while you’re actually racing. Nothing to do but keep it in mind next time so you don’t curse yourself for not hanging with someone. Anyhow, nice race! Half pacing is always tricky (well, for me at least) and you nailed it despite the wind.

    • I’m just happy that my “lesson to take to next time” is to go with that chick. And not to stop being a disaster and blowing up at mile four, as is usually my M.O. with these things. IT ONLY TOOK ME 15 YEARS, BUT I IZ GETTING TEH SMARTZ!

  5. whoo hoo awesome race! Running in wind is the worst!

  6. Nice splits!

    There is totally a “Mt. Trashmore” in Cedar Rapids, Iowa too…

  7. Woo-hoo!! Congrats on an amazing race!!! :-)

  8. Interesting. More motivation for me. :)

  9. woohoo!!!!!!! CONGRATS! and yes: wind sucks. the outer banks and wilmington races are great except for that; i can imagine this was similar!

  10. Way to go! Personally, I’ll never be tired of snark or cartoons, so keep ’em coming.

  11. Congrats on a great race…but how do we know you really raced it if you didn’t take pictures of every mile marker?

  12. Very like your long report, the details and everything. Funny and informative !

  13. Congrats, Shelby! Sounds like a really strong race, and this was fun to read :) I always get scared when things start to get faster and out of my comfort zone like you did with pink shirt – key learning for the future though. The peeing reminds me of me also – and why no one ever wants to bring me along on long car rides :)

  14. I assume you’re dumping a little beer out for your homies in that shot?

    I’m so proud of you! If that came off sounding a little patronizing and motherly, well, screw it.

  15. Great race report :) Congrats on keeping strong and not effing up!!!! As for the cartoons and snark…keep em’ coming, they make me laugh!

  16. Nice steady race! I am taking notes. (To start conservatively, not average 7:28. Although that would be nice, I would be dreaming :) )

    There is a giant mound of garbage in Fargo that they strategically placed on the North West side of town. Guess where the wind ALWAYS comes from in Fargo? Lovely.

  17. Congrast Shelby! That’s an awesome time. You had a great training cycle, so I’m glad everything came together for you on race day.

    You’re blog never fails to crack me up. You make food that my hubby and kid probably wouldn’t eat (meaning it’s interesting and has fun ingredients). Plus your training plans are solid. Don’t change anything.

  18. Congrats on a great race, Shelby! Sounds like you had a great time! Definitely not sick of cartoons talking about peeing, or whatever else they talk about. Cheese off the block sounds fantastic. I avoid buying block cheese because I could eat the whole thing in 1.5 days. ew.

    Congrats again!

  19. Awesome race! Sounds like your training paid off!

  20. Excellent race!! You must be psyched. I have heard great things about the yuengling shamrock and hope to do it next year!
    Love the race play-by-play on this post, by the way. My mind also goes in all sorts of directions when racing, haha. Enjoy your break week!

    • Shamrock was a great race – well organized, decent crowd support in the last few miles, fast course. I’d definitely do it again!

  21. Nice race Shelby!! Congrats on breaking 1:40.

  22. “Well, I’m off to eat cheese straight off the block for dinner.” This dairy girl says “Bravo!!”

    Anyhow, Congrats on an awesome race 😀 It’s great to race smart, hit your time goal, and finish strong. Sorry about the nasty wind (wind is my arch nemesis), but you didn’t let that wreck your race. Fun post too; I always love your race recaps!

  23. Woo-hoo! My name’s in Shelby’s blog. I’m famous now. Glad you had such a fabulous race! You know you are welcome here anytime. And I totally would have eaten as much pizza as you if I could have.

    P.S. I’m staring at Mt. Trashmore out my office window as I write this…

  24. Congrats on the great time Shelb…and glad you enjoyed your experience!
    You’re my girl! :)

  25. Great job! Your splits were very consistent throughout the race…impressive :)

  26. you broke 1:40 in high school? :)

    congrats on a great race! and i pee every 30 seconds the day before/morning of a race. it’s a disease.

  27. that’s fantastic! beautiful splits. I give you credit if you really drank that yuengling after a 1:38. beer at 9 in the morning is beyond my capabilities.

  28. Way to not F it up.

    Seriously I need to learn that.

    And breaking 1:40, that’s some epicballsauce right there.

  29. killer race!!! was there free beer after or a st. pats themed party or anything?

    i love all the pizza-talk. I’m hungry now.

  30. Great job! You killed your goals. I’m equally impressed that you did a half in high school. I think my longest race was 5 miles back then.

  31. Awesome race!

  32. Late to the game (was also filling my face w/pizza) but congratulations!! As a chronic “shit I went out too fast again” runner, myself, it’s crazy scary to have the confidence to start slower and crank it up. I’m wondering, if in addition to tempo runs, some progression stuff would help with this fear? At any rate, bask in the sub-1:40 world, I hope to be there too soon (sitting at 1:40:21)!

  33. i love it when you realize that you’re going to do well in a race. like even if your legs give out you’ll do well. stellar job there lady! and i think i shall take you up on that “you deserve beer if you read this” sentence. not because i need it after reading but because, well, i need it in general.

  34. Sounds like you had a great race – congrats! Not only did you have a good, strong race you learned a little bit more about yourself and your racing style…!

  35. saweet race and i dig the recovery method. always thirsty and always classy. that’s why i like ya.

  36. If she was rocking that hard a pace for that particular stretch, yet only finished about 30 seconds ahead of you, it sounds like that little kick did her in.

    I support the not going with her decision.

    Whateverthehell that’s worth.

  37. Running along beaches is not as nice at it seems with the crazy wind.
    Congrats on a great race!

  38. Congratulations!!! That’s amazing! I know you said you ran faster in high school, but do those PR’s really count anymore :) I’d call this your adult PR!

  39. Here in MI, I think the only things over 40ft above average elevation are enormous hills of trash. We call them things like “Mt. Brighton” though, because “Mt. Usedcondoms” and “Mt. Rottingcardboard” do not sound like family friendly ski vacations.

  40. Wowsers, what a great race. I’d say if your only hang up is not going with the pink chick, you had an A+++ performance. I’d really love to knock out a half performance like this sometime…. I’ll be keeping this post in mind next time I’m wanting to jump off a cliff in lieu of doing another painful tempo run. :)

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