I don't really have much to say about this one. My race went something like this:
- We showed up. It was chilly and early.
- Some guy yelled go. I started running way too fast.
- Settled into a pace just over 4min/km after the first km. Feels too fast.
- See leader coming back shortly before 10km turnaround. Come around the corner and see the turnaround a long way away. Realize that I'm not "shortly" before anything.
- Turn around at 10km. Hmmm...headwind and uphill now. Apparently I'm not the world's greatest runner, as I had thought for the first downhill tailwind 10km.
- Start to head really uphill at km 12. Doesn't feel so good.
- Big uphill at km 15. Feeling okay. Can see the two dudes in front of me now. They look like they're cracking a bit.
- Pass two dudes at km 19. They definitely cracked a bit. Suckas.
- 1 km to go: lots of time to get in under 90min. Once again, I'm the greatest runner ever.
- ~500m to go: realize that I forgot about the "bonus" 100m on the half-marathon. Start to panic about the time. Speed up a bit. Feel the puke coming on. Once again, I'm no longer the greatest runner ever.
- Slide through the finish line happily in under 90min.
- Water. Coffee. Family & friends. No puke. All good.
That's pretty much it. I don't know much about Bridget's, Shari's, Mom's, Richard's, or my brother's race, except that they all seemed pretty happy with their day. That's all that matters.
The Fiera team has posted a quick write-up here with a fun photo from the run. All I can offer for the moment is this image of my heart rate (red), the course profile (blue), calculated power (brown), and my pace (green).
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