The NYC half is my first race in my
short build up to Lake Sonoma 50 miler. Instead
of doing a warmup marathon or 50k, and then have to spend time recovering, I
thought it be better to do shorter races where I could jump back to training
quickly. This race was meant to merely
be a training run but the size and hype of the race made me want to do well in
it. I wanted to go for a 1:35 as my A
goal and get a PR (personal record) as my B goal. To get the B goal I would have to break 1:39:02
which I got in the SI half last fall. I
thought this would have been pretty easy considering that I ran 25 miles the
day before Staten Island. The two days
before this race I emphasis sleep (at least 7 hours) and did a simple 4 mile
shakeout the day before so a lot better rested.
My training as been mostly focused on building a base to handle longer
mileage weeks so I was far from half marathon racing shape but I thought I
could at least pull something off my aerobic fitness.
Pre-race
Shuttle! I
didn’t know most of the people in my van but I met Colleen in it. Getting
to bag check was pretty straight forward. Found out in horror that you
had to check the bag before porter potties. This pretty much meant I had
to shiver in the cold for an hour before the race. I never done the throw
away clothes thing since it seems like a huge waste but I might have to
consider it for future events. Shortly
after I finished dropping my stuff and then headed to the porter potties I met
Winston and Henry. Winston gave me his heat sheet seeing me cold. I
felt bad taking his heat sheet but he insisted that I needed it more. I followed them back to bag drop where I met
Ninam Edwin and Diana. I realized I left my gels in my drop bag. With
so many people I figure it would be impossible to get my drop bag back. A bit of a letdown but I guess I could
survive. I should have just packed it in my pocket before heading out the
door in the morning. We then headed through security and then the porter
potties. On the way they were giving heat sheets and Diana mentioned
putting one to cover the bottom half of the body which I tried and immediately felt
some warmth on the legs. I then took another heat sheet to cover the core
area. Line wasn’t too bad for the potties, I figure since bag check
didn’t close yet and most people were hovering around it trying to stay warm
with their jackets and such. A little afterwards with bag check closed
the lines went crazy. Afterwards was just talking and slowly meeting
other teammates. When we separated I met David and we walked for a
bit. Then did a quick jog warmup together. I went back in front of
my corral and met Diana again. We did a few stretches and moved into the
corral. Diana mentioned me pacing her but I was thinking she could pace
me haha.
Reunion
Party! Miles 1 - 4
I started with Diana. I found the
corral’s pace immediately slow but it was just the start so no use going crazy
trying to get pass them. First mile clocked in around a 7:50 pace. I
figure that was okay getting my cardio system warmed up and with the
prospective park hill. Second was about
7:25 which was closer to what I wanted. I then put my arm sleeve over the
watch and went by feel. The course had one out and back in the beginning
and I saw Danny, Anthony and Eric as they passed and cheered. Then saw
Akif! A little pass 2 miles we met Colleen! Saw Kevin cheering!
I saw Akif again a little pass the 5k mark and made my way to say hi.
Right after I met Chris’t from Hoboken and we both said that the other was looking
good. I lost where Diana was around this point but I figure she would pass
me if I was going too slowly. I soon hit
the Manhattan Bridge. It look pretty intimidating as I approached.
I switched to a shorter stride with more cadence. Passed quite a bit on
the bridge. The bridge seemed to drag on for a bit. I met Elver on
the bridge whom I haven’t seen in quite a while. We ran together for a
bit but I soon lost him too.
Chinatown
to Times Square, the painful FDR! Miles
5 to 10
Down the bridge we hit Chinatown and the
crowd there were pretty encouraging! Going towards the FDR the road
became pretty bumpy and I completely missed the honey stinger gel
station. If they were going to have gels, I wish they simply offered it
in the beginning of the race. Shortly
after getting on the FDR drive I saw the sign for 3/4s of a mile to 20-23
street. Great I thought, only a little bit till I past Baruch and then 42
street should be close after. Those 3/4s of a mile felt like forever.
No crowds and really nothing to see, I much rather have been running on the East
River Park with the nice views of the river.
I saw the 1:40 pace group whom started in the front of my corral whereas
I started in the back. Catching them and passing would have been good sign and
boost to confidence. I felt like I could easily pass them and continue
along my way. I positioned myself to
pass them and I gained ground slowly. After
a while they started slowly pulled away. My mental state deteriorated and
my mind started wondering. Random thoughts popped up and in the loss of
focus, I lost where the 1:40 pace group went. As my mind approached
wipeout I heard “go Vikram, go”. Gurmit came by and said he recognized my
singlet and face. Then he told me only a little more as passed by. This
simple encouragement got my mind back in the game. It was about mile 10. I brought my mind
back to the present by focusing on my breathing.
To
Central Park! Miles 10 to 13.1
I used Gurmit and two dashing whippets’ runners
as my pacers for the final stretch to Central Park. Probably because they stood out quite a
bit. I just focused on breathing as I
made my way across 42nd street to 8th ave. Then we turned right and I
could see Central park straight ahead! I
kept my focus on staring straight ahead to Central Park. On my side view
I briefly saw some of the kid’s race taking place. I wonder what they thought of us runners. I thought I could fool myself a bit and convince
me that I’m pretty close to the end by looking at the park. Turned right and on Central Park South and I
was in a lot of pain. Heard my name and this
time it was Edwin’s mom and Bryan! I weakly gave a peace sign which I
then turned to a thumbs up. Entering Central Park I was in immense pain
and started going to tunnel vision. Instead of feeling strong as I
approached the final mile to the end, I felt like giving up the pace a
bit. I heard a porter potty door slam
and out came Kevin with some immediate encouragement. I focused on
picking it up and still in tunnel vision I missed most of the QDR water
station. I saw Lillian cheer on the right side. This part of the
course is where I work by and by default is where I run the most. I
thought it would have been my strongest part but it was just a struggle. I
knew all hills and bumps along the way and exactly how much farther the finish
line was but I wasn’t able to visualize the distance. The feeling of pain just kept hitting my mind
and trying to hang on was the only thought in my head. 800 meters away came and I couldn’t get a
sprint going. The last 200 meters I managed
to let out a weak sprint.
Post-Race
A few seconds later Diana caught
up. Medals with photos, heat shield and soon Elver caught up. Sad to tell him I didn’t get the 1:35. I knew I was close to PR but it was close to
a few seconds. Recovery bag was pretty disappointing
but I don’t expect much from NYRR races in this regard so no surprises. Bag check was amazing though, as I passed by
I heard my number called to my surprise and got my bag in seconds. Then there wasn’t any place to change, definitely
missing the logistics of the Houston marathon here, so I quickly changed shirts
and pulled sweats over my shorts. It was
a bit hard to balance myself in my state.
Found Edwin and his dad and then limped walk with them to the QDR cheer
station by the last water station.
Cheered till the last QDR runner passed by, more than 90 minutes after I
made it to the cheer station (so maybe like 115 minutes after I finished). Back home I had a big lunch and then napped for
an hour. Then just hanged out till 7ish
where I got in a 12 minute recovery run.
I went in pace where I could take deep breaths in and out of the nose. The mile, though at a slow pace, went by
quickly.
