Today I ran the Miami half-marathon in 2 hours and 4 minutes. Good right? Except I was vying to PR by breaking 2 hours. It’s what I’ve been training for since before the Key West half-marathon. Unfortunately, it wasn’t in the cards. There were a couple of different factors I can blame—the excessive wind, the fact that I ate dinner too early, an ankle injury from last Thursday’s run—but the hard lesson I learned yesterday is that no matter what you do, sometimes you have good races, sometimes you have bad races.
Last January’s Key West half-marathon was a good race. I finished it in 2 hours and 3 minutes and could have easily broken 2 hours if a much-needed pit stop and other amateur mistakes hadn’t cost me those precious 3 minutes. I felt strong from the start line to the finish line and could have easily kept running a few more miles afterward. This race was what inspired me signing up for my first marathon. I just felt so good.
Yesterday was a bad race. I started out strong for the first seven miles, averaging a 9:15 min/mi pace. I started to mentally fade when we had to loop around Washington Avenue. Not only was it a boring part of the course, but it also seemed infinite. (I forgot it loops south to come back north and I wasn’t mentally prepared for it.) I started to physically fade as we approached the Venetian Causeway, at which point I seriously considered running to my nearby home. My pace dropped to 9:50 min/mi for the rest of the race.
I won’t lie—I’m super bummed I didn’t PR. From miles 7 through 13, I even started to question my ability to run a full marathon. But, I managed to tough it out to the finish line and for that I couldn’t be more proud. Once my right ankle recovers, I’m excited to get back to training and to experience the Paris Marathon, good or bad.
Playlist: My “Miami Half Marathon” playlist on Spotify