Honolulu Marathon on December 9th. I ran this race two years ago, last year I had a broken toe and was out of commission so I volunteered, and knew that runners were fast and knew the course, although it is running in the reverse direction now (for the second year). My race plan wasn't all that odd and in fact, the Harbor to Harbor promotes itself as a shakeout race for the Honolulu Marathon. But I did doubt my ability to not get competitive with myself. And I did fear a "failure" and how I would cope with that with a bigger race around the corner.
Dear hubby was also running but for this race, we were running "together, separately". Yep, he was on his own and lined up at the front with all the speedy gents. I lined up back a bit near some good friends but within moments we separated. For the first mile or so we had a good strong headwind but not as bad as I feared. I work near the start and the day before the winds were crazy strong. Thank goodness for a little let up but at least I knew the winds were going to be there. My goal, slow and steady, slow and steady, slow and steady. Ironically I had just read the story "The Tortoise and The Hare" to darling daughter and had the tortoise in my mind for this race. I didn't rush too much past other runners to get to a clear pocket and let myself run in the "group" knowing I would need to be used to this since the Honolulu Marathon is HUGE in attendance.
Throughout the run I pretty much maintained my space in the pack. I did pass some in the start, some passed me back a little later, and I let them go. I had my race plan in my head and was totally running in my head, in the moment, cherishing each step. At one point a car drove by honking and I had an overwhelming feeling of my spirituality rushing through my body and I knew my angels were with me. It is really hard to explain but this was the second time this happened to me in a race and it really causes tears to well up in my eyes and I have to focus on getting my breathing in check. The first time was at the Kaua'i Half Marathon.
I have nothing negative to say about this race. The course was well marked for turns off and then back onto the main path. There was a policeman here and there providing support. The aid stations were manned and the volunteers were cheerful. It is a well-organized local event that I know I will do again in future years. And I was just plain happy and running well, every step of the way. I knew my mile points but the course was clearly marked at each mile as well. I saw my pace was holding steady or getting slightly faster. And for the final 2.5 miles, I really focused on allowing myself to steadily increase my pace. I saw people in front of me I wanted to pass but kept to the "slow and steady" approach telling myself, they could have the same plan to increase pace now. Stay in your head. Stay in your pace. Run. And I slowly passed lady, after lady, after lady, after guy, after guy. And rounded the gravely corner to the finish, which prevented my normal speedy pick-up across the line.
FYI: Dear hubby finished in 1:21:11 and really wanted to break 1:20:00. I am trying to convince him 17th overall and 15 out of 52 men is great! His overall pace was 7:44.
Now onto a few race logistics: This race is typically held in November and the entry fee is $50. The fee covers a race shirt and finisher's medal....both of which really rocked the boat this year! I am usually not impressed by race shirts but I love this one this year! The post-race breakfast is hosted by Beach Bum's, a local restaurant, and included scrambled eggs, bacon, white race, and pancakes. I really couldn't stomach any of it but I am not much of an eater right after running.
I am thankful to FitApproach for helping make today happen for me. I am proud to say I ran this race as a SweatPink Ambassador and thought PINK throughout the run!