Forgot to put this one up - from Nov 14th
It's November, and time for my annual reunion trip with my high
school buddies, where we travel somewhere warm, play golf, eat and drink
more than we should, and run a race.
This year we chose
Hilton Head in South Carolina, and found the Savannah Rock n Roll
Pikermi nearby to fulfill our running mojo. There were 7 of us (down
from ten after some cancellations) and we stayed in a big beautiful
house next to the beach on Hilton Head Island.
we all arrived in Savannah, and the first stop was the race expo to
pick up our packets. Then we did a quick walking tour of the city, which
is filled with beautiful squares with huge old oak trees and
refurbished old mansions. We sampled the local food and beverages before
driving up to Hilton Head.
Friday we golfed, and the less said about that, the better.
we were up early for the hour drive back to Savannah, and a ferry ride
to get to the starting line. It all went smoothly, and we ducked into
the race hotel where the bathroom lines were reasonable. For real
toilets! Score! It was a mob scene in the hotel, with some of the 18,000
runners scurrying around.
headed out into the 50 degree weather (perfect!) dropped our gear bags
and made our way to the corral with ten minutes to spare. Pre-race shot:
Happy and excited!
of us were running, and 4 of us started together with a goal in the low
1:40s. My plan was to stick with them and run for fun. Enjoy the race
and not worry about time. Since I have hardly run in the last 5 weeks
due to plantar fasciitis, I had no business trying for a good time. I
was happy just to be running. My heel hurt so bad after my last run 5
days earlier that I considered skipping the race. And I probably should
have if I was focused on healing. But I decided I would rather run it
and suffer the PF setback than skip it.
So off we went, T,
K, S and I, running together at 8 minute pace through mile 1, and then
picking it up a little in mile 2. T started to pull ahead a little then,
and K started to drop back. I ran with S at a comfortable but solid
pace through the first 5. T was still barely in sight, and we assumed he
would be caught later. He had pulled us a little faster than I wanted,
but it was still feeling good.
7:56, 7:43, 7:27, 7:32, 7:42
heel was fine for 3 miles, then I started to feel it. But it was just
an annoyance for a while. The course was a little boring at first, but
then we went through the older historic section, around the squares and
under all the huge trees and hanging moss. It was really pretty, and the
crowd support was good. Very fun race!
6 or 7 the heel was hurting more, and my lack of conditioning was
starting to be apparent. I had to reduce my stride some. I told S I had
to let him go and relaxed the pace a little.
At mile 8.5 I
knew from the map that I was only a few blocks from the finish area.
After that it is basically out and back, so it was my last chance to
bail and DNF if I was hurting. Well, I was hurting, but it wasn't too
bad, and I knew I could finish, so I kept on. It was a good effort, but I
wasn't dying. It was fun to enjoy the race spirit.
7:34, 7:40, 7:47, 7:50, 7:55
last three I was just running with the crowd, trying to maintain sub-8
pace, but the heel hurt on every step, so there was wincing, and stride
adjustments, and gritting and bearing. I had enough left so I pushed a
little towards the end to improve my time, but I honestly didn't have
too much to give. So I cruised it in and enjoyed the cheering.
8:06, 8:00, 7:56
There were over 30 photos on the official site. Here are a few approaching the finish.
Not too shabby for an old gimp. I was happy to be under 1:45. I met up
with S and T soon after the finish. (S won in 1:39:55, T faded to
1:41:27 - I almost caught him! K had a rough day and was over 1:50. My
bro started further back but ran a 1:45 PR)
The finish was at a large park and was a great atmosphere. I got changed and got my one free beer.
had to walk over a mile to get back to our car. And the heel complained
loudly, but what the hell. Mission accomplished! I took some pain pills
and started the recovery.
Sunday we drove up to Charleston and walked another couple miles looking at beautiful houses and stuff. Like this one.
we played one more round of golf before heading out to our respective
homes in Minnesota, New Jersey, New York and California. Good times!
Now I am taking at least two weeks off and hoping for healing.