The Big Race…
FUN! AWSOME! A NEW PR!
Today was the ING Miami Half Marathon. Before I start I will warn you this post will be long. Also I have dropped in pictures and a route map. So you may want to print this out and take your time!
Click here to see a map of the route.
The day started with me dragging my sorry carcass out of bed at 3:30am so I would have enough time to get to Miami for the 6:00 start. The advantage of getting up at this ungodly hour was that my general haze and confusion at the hour helped to offset the anxiety I was feeling before the race. Although I had a lot of questions running through my head I was able to avoid complete panic I tend to go through before most of my other races. I’m either getting better at this or simply should focus on races that start before dawn!
We (Dad, Stacy & I) made it to Miami about an hour before the start which allowed be to get my bearings and more importantly take advantage of the bathrooms inside the American Airlines Arena (where the Miami Heat play). No port-o-lets… real bathrooms! We walked around a little and then Stacy & Dad headed off to position themselves for viewing of the start, and I started stretching and running a little to work off some nervous energy. This is one of my favorite part of the races. The entire field is all huttled together, some talking some serious. There was a lot of screaming and chanting. The announcer recognized what must have been a local group of runners and a large cheer rang out. The national anthem, a big countdown, and then the start! So fun!
It took me about 5 minutes to make it across the start line (much better than Detroit or Grand Rapids) and then I was off and running. The first race of any length I had run completely by myself. How would I hold up? Could I pace myself? Can I do this? I would soon find out. The big plan was to head out slow and then after a mile or so pick up the pace. And I did, halfway through the first mile I realized I was running a 10:00/m pace. OK, maybe not that slow, that was not going to cut it if I were to finish in under 2 hours. But I kept telling myself that I had a lot of mile left to make up the time.
Shortly after the start I saw my Dad and Stacy along the side of the road. Always nice to see friendly faces, and they both were up at 3:30 with me. Thank guys! Then the first bridge! This was the longest and tallest of all the bridges I would see. It seemed to rise up about 60 feet or so and last about a half mile. Not the biggest challenge ever, but still good sized. I’ll admit I was picking up my pace a little but a lot of people were falling off. Translation… Tommy was passing people left and right. I wasn’t blowing past anyone but was making good progress just the same.
So there I am trucking along just off the bridge and wondering about my pace and if I would be able to hold it when I spotted my first rabbit. We’ll call him “Yellow Shorts Boy”. He seemed to be clipping along at 8:15’s or so. Perfect! I followed him for the first 3-1/2 miles or so.
This part of the race was really great. It was still dark and we trudged along MacArthur Causeway crossing Biscayne Bay. On the left were multimillion dollar homes on the bay and on the right were a row of cruse ships. Some of the guest were up and cheering from their balconies which was fun and the oncoming traffic on the other side of the road were honking. Of course I ate all this up and was waiving at every car!
The causeway dumped us onto the South-Beach area of Miami. All of a sudden noticed Yellow Shorts Boy was breathing very hard and seemed to be slowing down. I passed him and though maybe he would follow me for a while, but no, he was spent. Thank you Yellow Shorts Boy… You really helped me establish a good pace. The whole first causeway I think really set the stage for the rest of the race. I had a good pace, and was having a lot of fun which settled me down.
The second water stop (I skipped the first one) was at the 4 mile mark just across the bay. I slowed but kept walking through the stop and was off again. Everything seemed fine, the legs were holding up. I checked my watch and guessed that I was running in the 8:20 area. Keep in mind though my math skills are a little shaky to begin with, and then add the fact that I was up since 3:30 and I had just run 4 miles. But I was pretty confident I was in good shape.
This stretch (from 4-8) ran through South Beach and was my favorite part of the course. Why… It’s just plain weird and of course one word… Prostitutes! OK… I’m not sure if they were prostitutes but they were dressed in sluty dresses and high heals at 7:00am. You make the call. Who knew working girls were such a big fan of endurance sports? Anyway it just made me chuckle. I literally said to myself out loud “Something you will not be seeing at the River Bank Run in Grand Rapids”. Definitely a Miami experience.
The crowds were pretty good, the neon lights on the building were great, and the sun coming up over the ocean was the icing. I thought I’d see more freaks and weirdoes but evidently even the local oddities are asleep at 7:00. Also, Ann (Playmakers Coach) who was down for the weekend to rout her husband on, spotted me around mile 5 and ran with me for a few hundred feet. It was really great to see her. She said I looked great (obviously a lie) but it was nice to see a friendly face. I think this leg was my best. I was running along at 8:15’s or so and felt great.
Around mile 8 we turned back off South Beach and headed across the Venetian Causeway back across Biscayne Bay. This is were I felt my legs start to leave me. They started to get a little rubbery but I knew with only 5 miles left I was in pretty good shape. I also did some quick math in my head and figured out if I could run sub 9:00 the rest of the race I would finish in under 2 hours.
When I originally looked over the course I though the two trips across the bay would be the best part. And while the trip to South Beach was great, the trip back was a little tough. It wasn’t horrible just not great. There was very little crowd support and my legs were weary. The thing that kept me going is I knew I would see my Dad and Stacy on the mainland at about mile 10. And from there I would just have 3 more miles.
So as I was coming off the bridge I saw my cheering squad (Thank you, you two!). Stacy trying to operate the camera and Dad holding a big Go Tom sign over his head. I was really tired at that point so they really provided a nice lift.
Shortly after seeing them I entered a planned “Cheer Zone”. The race organizers planned an official cheer zone and recommended all the families set up can at about mile 11. I didn’t know what to expect. Let me tell you it was very cool. Think the Tour De France when Lance was climbing the hills weaving through crowds just inches from his bike. It was a chute of people several blocks long all screaming. They were so far in the street that the you couldn’t run more than 2 or 3 runners wide. I was a little annoyed at the beginning but quickly adopted the attitude that there would be no passing for the foreseeable future so I might as well enjoy it. It was really neat. I was yelling back and high fiveing. All kinds of fun! Note to organizers… Do it Again!
After all the distractions I settled in for the final push. I had 2+ miles to go and new at this point if I could just keep it under 10 minute miles I would beat my goal. I stopped for water at miles 10, blew off the stop at 11 and stopped again for water at 12.5. Yes… I stopped a half mile from the finish. It was not my intension, but sometimes the legs just take over. In the battle of mind over matter, sometimes matter wins!
At the end I was tired, but not as tired as the end of the Portland 5K. Well I should say it was a different kind of tired. My legs today were rubbery, but my cardio was in good shape. At the 5K was legs were fine, but I could barely breath.
In any event the race is in the books and I beat my goal by 7 minutes. On top of that I beat my best half time by 15 minutes, over 1 minute per mile. I am very pleased!
What a great race. It was so much fun to be apart of a big race like that. Plus the town was beautiful and the course was really laid out well. No really long boring parts and there was a lot to see. So Fun!
13.1 miles/1:53:01/Avg 8:37
Overall: 1065/7768
M30-34: 140/409
Here’s the view of the route from space!