But now this guy is in my life and he's more important than my retelling that story...
I showed up on race day with loosely constructed plan to run 6:20/mi for the first 7 and then see where my body took me between there and the finish. I doubted the finishing time would be impressive, but I just wanted a solid result given that I'd missed so much training.
|Getting the Garmin 220 all set before the starting gun - which turned out to be a conch shell|
Mile 1 went exactly to plan. One guy took off from the start, but a solid little pack formed behind him and ran 6:19 for mile one. With temps in the high 40s and no wind, the running felt easy. I hadn't felt very good during my pre race warm up, but I seemed to be gliding along early in the race and felt I might have to get a bit more aggressive than planned. Now, this is not something I'd typically advise. Mile 1 of a 13 mile race is not really the time to start tossing a plan out the window and coming up with one on the fly.
|Leading the chase pack at mile 1|
My little pack thinned out a bit by mile 2, but I had relinquished my spot as it's leader. I was fine with running a bit harder than planned, but did the smart thing and tucked in the group to conserve a bit of energy. We ended up with a 6:10 mile, though it was almost entirely downhill.
|I swear, I eventually found my way into the slipstream and picked up a bit of a draft|
The Maine Coast course is amazing. It starts and finishes at the University of New England and takes runners along the coast of Biddeford Pool. While I wasn't doing too much looking around, it was hard to ignore the surrounding views. As we cruised along the coastline, two half runners and a relay participant broke from the pack and I made the decision not to go with them. It was my attempt at being smart. I'd already crumpled up my plan and was going a bit heavier on the gas than anticipated. Following moves at mile 3 didn't seem like the place to push my luck.
|I'm REALLY bad at running behind people. As you can see, I've managed to find my way back to the front|
|About 9 miles in and really starting to feel good.|
|Still running strong around mile 11 or 12|
|Feeling as good as one can in the late stages of 13 mile footrace|
|Finishing my first race as a dad!|
|One last Kellan picture as photos of him are much cuter than photos of me.|