Very belated - with such a quick turnaround between DC and Wildflower, finishing this post fell to the wayside. BUT with today's announcement that registration for NWM San Francisco will open on 6/3, I got my butt in gear, so here's my race report!
So
I have been a Nike brand whore for a very long time. I finally ran the
NWM 1/2 in SF last year, and as soon as I heard that they were doing a
race in DC, I immediately put the race on my list. As soon as I got
that confirmation email, our vacation was planned! Well, the race
absolutely didn't disappoint! From a great expo to perfect weather, Nike
definitely knows how to put on a race, especially for their first year
in a new city.
The Expo:
Since
we were in town for the whole week, we hit up the expo on the first
day. The actual Expo was set upon the waterfront in Georgetown and all
the fun gear to buy was just up the street at Niketown Georgetown.
Since we went to pick up on Thursday, luckily there was no wait. It
sounds like Saturday was packed, but we breezed right through. The Nike
Expo is always smaller than other race Expos, but I was extremely happy
to see the Nuun Hydration bar. I have obviously come to love Nuun with
all of my tri training and it was nice to try more flavors without
having to buy a whole tube (Kona Cola is now in the cupboard just in
case I run out of the good stuff.) Fruit punch has now been added to
the arsenal. Tubes were on sale at the expo, and the best part was
that you got a free water bottle if you bout 2 tubes. Done!
Seriously one of my favorite things I got all week! |
After
carbo loading at a college favorite Noodles and Company, rolling out my
ever sore IT band, and laying out all my race gear, I headed to bed
around 10ish for a 4:30 wake up call. Vickie Wags was joining me out
here for the race and the plan was to meet her, her sister, and her dad
at their hotel near the race start. When the alarm went off, I was
ready! I hopped in the shower and whipped up my non-toaster access
breakfast, whole wheat peanut butter and honey sandwich. I had stolen
(well, they were free, so it's not stealing really) bananas from the
hotel gym, but apparently didn't plan correctly, so I was out of bananas
for race morning...whoops :/
Quick stop to say good morning to the Prez on the way to the start. |
Vickie's
hotel was about a 1/2 mile from the race start, and the walk was a
great warm up for the legs. Bag check was a breeze, we made a stop at
the porta potties, then we attempted to get into our corral. At packet
pick up, each person was given a colored wristband corresponding to
their start corral. You could only enter the corral corresponding with
your wristband and the race officials were actually checking before you
could enter. In theory, this is a great idea...the only problem was
that they didn't quite divide up the pace corrals well enough. I was in
the 7:30-8:59 corral. Now, there is a HUGE difference between running a
half marathon in the 1:30's to running it in 1:57. Trust me, I know!
So there were way too many people set to be in our corral, and at some
point, they took away the barrier between the 9-9:59 corral and the
start was packed.
Cattle Call |
Actual Race:
As the gun went off, it was the typical cattle call through the start and into the first 2 miles. Even with the time specific corrals, I had to do A LOT of zigzagging to get ahead of slower runners. Pretty frustrating, but nothing out of the ordinary. Because of this, my first two miles were WAY off my goal pace. My secret goal was to run a 1:40...I kind of thought this would be possible because of the weather and because the course was generally flat. But I hadn't been doing any run specific training - just the run training specified in my tri training plan. My main goal was to at least PR and beat my best time of 1:45:10. So I planned to run 7:40 ish/mile. The first two miles were nearly a minute slower! Once I realized that, I got my butt in gear and fell into a great pace with the help of my special friend.
Who is this special friend? It's one of the best apps that I have discovered: Jog.fm. The app goes through your entire library of music and categorizes it based on pace. Then, you can set the app for a specific pace and you will get a playlist set to that pace, of all your own music! It is, by far, my favorite running app. It has helped me set multiple PR's. Just as a song ends and you feel like slowing down, another song comes on and just keeps your feet moving!
The spectators along the course were incredible, including in the 'way out there' section around the East Potomac Golf Course. Having run that section in the 2009 Marine Corps Marathon, I was not looking forward to it because I didn't expect any spectators to make the trek, but luckily I was wrong. As the miles clicked by, I was surprised to see that I was holding a consistently fast pace. Around mile 10, I realized that I would at least break my PR, even if I slowed down to 10 minute miles. I was stoked, but kept pushing it in hopes of reaching my secret goal.
Mile 11 goes through a tunnel under the National Mall before letting you out right near the Capitol Building. There were 2 different drumlines in the tunnel, and the pounding rhythm definitely pumped life into me for those last few miles. After the tunnel, it was one loop in front of the Capitol Building, then a straight shot to the finish line. Because I was close to the start line when the gun went off, my chip time was only about a minute slower than the gun time displayed over the finish line. As I started sprinting towards the finish, I was able to see that I not only broke my PR, I shattered it by 5 minutes!!! I was beyond excited and even got a high five from Joan Benoit Samuelson and heard them announce my name as I crossed the finish line.
Post race - Tiffany's bag in hand :) |
Finishers! Kathy, Vickie, and Me |
The main bummer was that Nike didn't have any photographers on course. I would have loved some shots since I was super pleased with my time :/ Hopefully next year??
Post Race:
After some seriously good racing and burning lots of kcals, we trekked over to the Tabard Inn for some fresh baked donuts, mimosas, and brunch. Then we hopped on the metro, back to our hotel, and I slipped into my amazing recovery pants - seriously those things are miracle workers.
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