Yesterday when Felice quickly stopped by she asked if I had any races planned (I feel bad I didn’t ask the same of her – sorry Felice). No, I don’t. I am not even sure how to schedule out races. I don’t do many races, but those I participate in I enjoy. It is always a rush to have so many people around, but I don’t think it is worth the cost of most races to participate. The running club I belong to, HMRRC, has a winter race series. The sign-ups are day of so I can decide to participate depending on time, if I feel like it, and the weather. Plus, I’ve heard they are a bit more laid back. I think it is exactly what I need in a race.
My run yesterday was my first run outdoors since the half-marathon and I got some good thinking done during those five miles. Without trying to I mentally went through the half-marathon and the bumps I had along the way. I knew going into the race I would be able to finish it and yet I had troubles starting about the 10 mile mark. I spent time yesterday thinking about it and the thoughts I had while running the half-marathon and about the five mile marker it started in the back of my mind: I was afraid I would run out of energy at the end of the race. This affected me and I started compensating about mile 10 so I would be able to run the end of the race. My longest training run was 12.25 miles. There isn’t a huge difference between 12.25 and 13.1, but it was enough to mentally hamper my race. I now know for my next half-marathon (yes, there will be a next time) I will do a training run of more than 13.1 miles.