This is going to be a quick one.

A couple weeks ago my friend, Laura and I ran in the Boston's Run to Remember Half Marathon.  I've run this race once before in 2011 which was my debut to distance running.  The 2011 race was okay.  I remember getting sick the week before it and being miserable the whole time.  

This race was kinda similar.  I was a little off to start but got through.

Official race photo. cred:Runner Buzz Media

Halfs are not really my thing...  

My year started out with another plan but due to some setbacks early in the year and an ongoing health issue, training for a spring marathon (or ultra as I was originally signed up for) was out of the question. I threw this into the schedule mainly as motivation to keep running. 

The goal:  take it easy and try for even splits.

Somewhere in the back of my head I thought I could maintain an 11:30 min/mile pace for the whole race.  I had been working hard at track and have been getting more consistent with my reps.  On easy runs, my mile times have been in the 11:50-12:30 min/mile range which, though much slower than past years, is a great improvement from this winter and from last year's marathon (avg'ing 13ish pace).  For the shorter faster stuff, I can now get down into the 10's and I have been getting a lot out of our group long runs once a month.

Joining my running group at the track this winter and coaching myself to stay positive has made the world of difference.  For this race, I made the decision to run my own pace and not get distracted by the crowd or what others were doing.  I had some mild abdominal cramping at the start but I was confident that my goal was attainable.  I kept with the plan.  I aimed to walk all the hills and water stops [and smile for all the course cameras].  In the end, I was surprised at how close I was to hitting the 11:30 pace!  Below are my splits.
 

Official race photo. cred:Runner Buzz Media

                    mile 1- 11:22
                    mile 2- 11:19

                    mile 3- 10:55
                    mile 4- 11:57
                    mile 5- 11:08
                    mile 6- 11:36
                    mile 7- 11:39
                    mile 8- 11:19
                    mile 9- 12:12
                    mile 10- 11:24
                    mile 11- 11:53
                    mile 12- 11:24
                    mile 13- 11:03 


 
All things considered, it was a good race.  Perfect cloudy 60 degrees.  Perfect-ish pacing and super sweet race pics. :) 

My friend also had a wicked good race.  We decided to run separately and she finished up in 1:48 something!  Congrats, Laura!

How about you?

How is your race training going?

Have you had to make adjustments in your 2016 race schedule? 

Do you ever plan walk breaks in a race? 

Have no fear! This is NOT turning into a food blog. I'm just a little proud of my creation and wanted to share.

A few weeks ago, I was on a short lived crash fast. I'm not going to go into details but i was hoping to address some inflammation issues that have been affecting my life and running.  I cut out a lot.  Sugar was the hardest to deal with.

This year's marathon played out a bit differently than normal for me. 

With my usual marathon watching partner out of the country and the lack of an american contender in either the men's or women's field, it didn't seem that important to brave the crowds to watch in Copley.  I had my afternoon plans ironed out but I wasn't sure what to do with the morning.

The story of the tortoise and the hare always gets me thinking.
 

Can hard work and perseverance really beat out raw talent?

My posterior tibial tendonitis flared up again.  

The tibialis posterior is a little tendon imbedded around the ankle area that helps support the arch.  It supports that rolling motion as you walk or run.  My pobre tendon is stressed to the max trying to support my flat feet and sometimes it just gives up and goes on strike.  I spent a good chunk of 2014 in physical therapy to address the issue.  I remember my PT saying it would be something I would deal with again in the future but I was unprepared for how quickly it hit me again.  

No warning. Just wham.  One day I'm fine and am running 11 miles and the next I"m peg leg Sue, hobbling up to my bus stop.