Sunday morning the alarm went off at 5:30 and the skies looked clear. When I took Brittany out for her morning walk it was appropriate chilly for October but still comfortable. It was turning out to be a great morning for a run. After grabbing a shuttle bus at UMASS that drove us to the start in Franklin Park, we had about an hour to kill before the start of the race but the time went by quickly getting our bags settled and, of course, waiting in line for the bathroom. We squeezed like sardines into the corrals just a few minutes before the gun went off and it was clear by the crowd I was not in danger of going out too fast. ![]() |
| Jared and I mid-race. He is obviously feeling strong |
I had planned to try and hold an 8:30 pace for the race but since I had lost a lot of my running confidence, I wasn’t sure that was going to happen. I was committed to staying with Jared for the first half or so and then if I couldn’t keep up I would back off. We had a conservative first couple of miles since it was crowded but then sped up to 8:20 by mile three. I was tempted to back down since that was a little faster than I had been anticipating but I felt good so I kept it up. We continued to pick up speed each mile until mile 6 when the course got a little hilly but as soon as there was some relief Jared picked it right back up again and I was able to keep up. I knew we were hauling at mile 8 and 9 and when my watch chirped at the end of that lap it read 8:03. I was happy that we were doing so well, but it also made me nervous that I was going to run out of steam. I felt myself slow down and watched Jared pull away up a hill. I almost resigned to letting him go ahead while I slowed down to something more comfortable but I knew I had more left so I caught him again on a downhill. Before I knew it we were at mile 10 and with only three more miles to go and I knew I could keep pushing until the finish. Around then I heard Jared say ‘we have a solid shot of finishing under 1:50 and I was certain he was jinxing me. As if as soon as we set that goal everything was just going to fall apart. I was surprised how good I felt and now that we were so close to finishing I had no fears about pushing to the end. With just a few yards to go, Jared took off to cross the finish line and as badly as I wanted to chase him, my legs felt a bit too heavy and I felt like he deserved to take this one…but not by much. Just seven seconds later I crossed too. My official time was 1:49:14 which is my best half time since February of 2010.
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| Congrats Stacey on your first 13.1! |

