Now, I can look myself in the mirror and say, "you were wrong." For the last couple years following my surgeries I convinced myself I just wasn't built to run long distances. The past 3 months, and especially Saturday, erased any and all doubt in my mind. I don't know what else to say, but it's an amazing feeling...so here goes...
|Fighting the women talking about the bachelor|
There's been enough build up to the race so I don't see any reason to re-hash the details. Jer flew in late Thursday night, so we didn't have much time to do anything other than talk race strategy. I took Friday off work so we could go do our packet pick-up and I could show Jer the race course. He was rather interested in the hills that comprised miles 11-13. We wrapped up driving around, had lunch, came home to do a little work, then I had to coach my little leaguers that evening. We finished up Friday with a nice pasta dinner (still not sure this makes a difference, I ate extremely heavy at this meal). I'm usually not a great sleeper but I managed to nod off around 11:00, thank the Lord.
|I don't understand, where is everyone?|
Also - I have to highlight my friend Mike, also known as the second most photogenic guy in history right? Seriously I've never seen someone so happy to torture their body. Congrats!
Not much to talk about for during the race. It was pretty standard...I felt good the whole way through, but the ever present thought of wearing down was in my mind. I knew the end had a couple hills so I was careful to save some energy for the finish. To be honest, I probably left some time out there on the course. I wound my way through the course, hitting the aid stations at miles 8, 10, and 12. The station at 12 was really the only one I was craving something, even though I knew it wouldn't have a single physical effect on my performance. But mentally, it was nice to pound a Hammer shot. The two hills at the end definitely weren't easy, but my plan of conserving energy worked to perfection and coasted comfortably up and over both. The top of the second hill left roughly a quarter mile to the finish, which everyone tells me I looked smooth and powerful over...they were convinced I had plenty in the tank. Maybe, maybe.
One thing that doesn't get enough attention with these races is the support behind the scenes. I can't tell you how much my wife did on race day to make it easy on me, let alone the 3 months of rarely seeing me in the evenings because I would come home and go straight into a workout. She deserves a huge shout out, so here it is. To her credit, all the photography from the race is straight from the amateur hands of Mrs. Clydesdale. And she caught some stellar shots, highlighted now:
Who is this wild banshee? And why is his shirt unzipped so far?
You have to admit, Jer looks pretty calm at the 11.5 mile mark.
All joking aside, this was an amazing race. I can't thank my brother enough for being an integral piece in this whole process, all from 1800 miles away. I can't express just how influential he's been in my life the past few years, and this is just one small example. I doubt I ever would've done something like this if it weren't for him and we had a hell of weekend together.
So...the results, right? My first 13.1 - 2:04:24 chip time. I was hoping to break two hours, but hey I'll take it. Jer on the other hand was quite impressive. He achieved his PR and finished 27th overall, despite the slow start clocking in at 1:29:48. So there you go...a brief, not quite detailed, roughly guided recap of what happened Saturday. Other than what's previously stated, we ate our faces off afterward. Freaking amazing.