October 8, 2017: The B.A.A. Half marathon

The foam roller fits in the suitcase! 
A few days ago, Bonnie and I were discussing how nice it was that our world expanded when we married, joining each other's circle of friends, and then how it expanded even more when we started running a few years ago.  Earlier this year, two long-time friends of Bonnie, Tara and Rick, moved to Boston.  They both have strong connections to Boston, having gone to college at Boston College, and they have also run the Boston Marathon multiple times.  In fact Tara was one of the people who first got me thinking about longer distances, challenging me to try a half-marathon a few years ago.  Earlier this summer, she suggested that I enter the lottery for the Boston Athletic Association (B.A.A.) Half Marathon.  On July 12, shortly after 10 am when the lottery registration opened, I entered my name and credit card info.  Within two or three days, I heard the good news that I had been accepted for the race!  Rick's registration was also accepted in the lottery.  So we were Boston-bound, not for the famous 26.2 race in April, but for the final event in the B.A.A. Distance Medley, which included 5K and 10K races earlier in the season.  Fortunately the half marathon coincides with a short fall break at Emory, so we wouldn't have to race back to Atlanta immediately upon completing the race. 


Packet pickup at Boston Marathon RunBase
Our direct flight from Atlanta arrived at Logan airport on Friday afternoon, and we were welcomed at Tara and Rick's new home in the Back Bay neighborhood, near the Boston Common and an easy walk to downtown Boston.  Rick suggested that we attend the runner's clinic at 6 pm at the Boston Marathon RunBase store, on Boylston Street, near the Boston Marathon finish line.  I had received my bib in the mail several weeks earlier, and hadn't planned to go.  But now I'm glad that we did, for several reasons.  Although it's a running store with all of the usual gear (shoes, clothes, gels and other running nutrition, etc.), it's also a small museum, describing the history of the B.A.A. and key events.  Shortly before the presentation began, I was looking for a seat, and saw a gentleman wearing an Atlanta Thanksgiving Half Marathon jacket.  I introduced myself, saying "It's nice to see another Atlantan running this race!"  Our new friend Tommy and I were both excited to be running in Boston.  Although the course promised some hills, as Atlantans we agreed that we're used to hills, and would manage well on the course.  Before we had left the store, Bonnie had already connected with him on FaceBook (I did the next day), and it turns out that we know a few of the same people in the running community, although I don't think that we had previously met.  
Kathrine Switzer, bib #261, was the first registered woman to complete
the Boston Marathon, 50 years ago.  Her autographed shoe is on display. 
Our new friend, Tommy from metro Atlanta

At 6 pm sharp, the clinic began.  One of the B.A.A. organizers assured us that they took Sunday's half marathon just as seriously as the more famous marathon, and promised to deliver a well-organized and enjoyable race experience.  He also shared some general advice: whatever your training has been, well, "you're ready" - because you can't do anything more in the next 36 hours to prepare!  I think that we all knew the rest of the advice given: don't try anything new on race day, don't eat a spicy or heavy dinner the night before, do go into the race with a positive but realistic attitude based on the conditions, and it was all presented with humor and encouragement.  He discussed the half marathon course: mile 1 downhill, turnarounds at mile 4.5 and mile 10, mile 12 would be uphill, run past the zoo in mile 13, and finishing on the track.  Water stations would be every two miles, with several medical stations also along the course if anyone needed assistance.  
Elite runners Katie Matthews (left) and Dathan Ritzenhein (right)
He then introduced elite runners Katie Matthews and Dathan Ritzenhein.  Katie had some good advice that I hadn't heard before, which I resolved to try out today: break the race into thirds (I've previously thought of the halves, the first six-seven miles and then the rest).  She runs the first third at an easy pace (for her, I would never been able to keep up).  The second third may be tougher, but her goal is to get into the last third in shape to finish strongly.  Dathan mentioned that it would probably be difficult to "negative split" the course, given that the last miles were net uphill, but he recommended aiming to run with consistent effort.  By the end of the clinic, I was fired up and ready to run the race!  
Watching sailboats on the Charles River
We met up with Tara and Rick immediately after the clinic, and enjoyed a nice seafood dinner Friday evening at Mooncusser restaurant - strange name but excellent food!  On Saturday morning Rick and Tara took us to a local breakfast cafe, where I ordered shakshuka, a traditional Moroccan breakfast.  I didn't expect the spicy cherry peppers  - hopefully they wouldn't cause a problem 24 hours later!  Then we walked across the Charles River to the MIT campus, where we met Bonnie's sister Sunny, who happened to be visiting friends in Boston on the same weekend.  We had gone there to watch an alumni sailing regatta, but ended up "crashing" a couple of sessions of a conference on virtual reality, held in the MIT Media Center.  Saturday evening, Tara and Rick took us for "carboloading" in the North End, a traditional hotbed of outstanding Italian cuisine.  At Ristorante Fiore, I ordered a delicious lobster ravioli dish, which was satisfying but not heavy.  Bonnie and I also shared a spinach salad, which was garnished with beets - so I selfishly took all of the beets for myself.  I even had room to indulge in a chocolate chip cannoli across the street at Caffe Paradiso!  It had been years since I had a cannoli, although it used to be a regular weekend dessert that I would pick up from an Italian restaurant, for the two years that I lived in New Haven, CT, ca. 25 years ago. 
At MIT.  Am I thinking about my research competitor? 
We had returned to Tara and Rick's home shortly after 9 pm, and almost immediately turned in for the night.  It might seem funny to be in bed before 10 pm on a Saturday night, but with a 5 am wakeup call, I was glad to get a full night of sleep.  For some reason, my dreams were dominated by a running theme.  Bonnie's alarm jolted us awake at 5:00 am, but plenty of time to eat my traditional pre-race breakfast of oatmeal with almond milk, a small bowl of blueberries for the anti-oxidants, and a banana to add a few more healthy calories. 
Sunrise at Franklin Park
The weather forecast was unexpectedly warm for mid-October in Boston, 70 deg F at the start, plus a chance of rain after 9 am.  I decided to wear a Peachtree Road Race singlet that I had brought, just in case it was warm.  I resolved that I would need to run a little more conservatively than I had started in Atlanta last weekend, when it was 55 deg F at the start, so I would aim for a pace between 9:00 and 9:30 min / mile for the first few miles, with a run / walk interval of 3:30 / 0:30.  We left Tara and Rick's home around 6:15 am.  By the time we reached Franklin Park where the race would start and finish, the sun had risen.  There were only some wispy clouds overhead, although it seemed that it might be cloudy in the distance, but I was glad to have brought sunglasses and a cap.  The temperature was pleasant and there was a breeze keeping things nice, even a little too cool as I was not wearing sleeves, but I imagined that I would be plenty warm once we began running. 
With Rick, a k a Coggy, an hour before the race
I managed to jog for about a mile around the field, and got into the porta-potty line at just the right time: a line that was about 8 people long had multiplied to at least 50 people long when I had finished.  During one last jog, I ran into Tommy who was doing his warmup as well.  He introduced me to his wife, Stephanie, who was cheering him on today.  The organizers encouraged us to begin lining up in the corrals after 7:30 am, even though the race didn't begin until 8:00 am.  I lined up near the 9:00 min / mile pace sign, and was glad that I was there early, as the corral began to fill.  Around 7:50 am, the National Anthem was played, and the crowd noise immediately fell silent.  A man holding the US flag was standing just in front of me and to my left, and it was obvious that he was planning to run the entire race with the flag.  It was special to hear the National Anthem in Boston, reflecting on the first battles of the American Revolution near Boston, 242 years ago.   

Then it was time for the race to begin: first the wheelchair racers at 8:00 am, followed a few minutes later by the airhorn sending off the elite runners.  Our wave was held up for a moment, and then we began to move forward toward the starting line.  In fact we were even jogging for the last 100 yards before crossing the timing mat.  As we had planned, Bonnie was stationed on the right shortly after the start, simultaneously taking still photos and video as we passed.  Although there were many runners around me (9000 runners were registered through the lottery, plus elites and fundraisers for the Dana Farber Cancer Center), everyone around me was moving at a reasonable pace.  The first mile was indeed downhill, and I debated whether I should try to speed up to take advantage of the hill - and bank a little time, or just stick with my original plan of a 9 minute mile.  My better judgment won out, and I finished the first mile in 9:05.  In fact my Garmin was sounding before I reached each mile marker, and the distance grew a bit more with each passing mile, but it was probably from weaving from the middle to the right side as each walk break approached.  
Course map

The run / walk strategy was working well for me.  Almost no one else was taking walk breaks (the Galloway method is more popular in Atlanta, home of Jeff Galloway) so I was careful to signal each break with my hand in the air, and moving well to the right, even onto the grass or the sidewalk.  But I would regain position quickly upon returning to the run.  As we left the park, we were running along the picturesque "Emerald Necklace" designed over a century ago by the landscape architect Frederick Law Olmsted: most famous for Central Park in New York City, although he also designed Piedmont Park in Atlanta.  Around 3 miles in, we entered a more urban area on the right side, facing the park.  And shortly before seeing the mile 4 marker, we saw the faster runners on our left returning from the first out-and-back section.  I was looking for Tommy and Rick, both considerably faster than me, and during a walk break I happened to spot Rick on the far side of the road heading the other direction.  Rick's nickname growing up was "Coggy", a play on his middle name.  As an adult he goes by Rick at work, but still uses Coggy as his nom de sport.  I shouted loudly "Go COGGY!" and waved as he turned his head in my direction.  

It took a long time to get to the turnaround (about 4.7 miles in), but after turning it didn't take long at all to reach the 5 mile marker.  By this stage, my watch was sounding mile alerts more than 20 seconds ahead of the actual marker, but I reached the mile 5 timing mat at 45:53, right on target for a 9:11 min / mile pace.  I was feeling good, feeling strong, not tired at all.  I kept up with the man carrying the flag for at least 5 miles, then pulled ahead and stayed in front for the rest of the race, although he wasn't too far behind on the out-and-back sections.  Shortly before reaching the mile 6 marker, we split off to the right, passing by a small lake.  I passed the 10K marker around 57 minutes elapsed, probably just about right for a 2-hour finish in a 21.1K race.  In this part of the race, we encountered some uphill sections, but I powered up most of them quite strongly, except if I happened to be in a walk break.  This was one of the nicest parts of the race in terms of park scenery.  But I began to feel a little tired in miles 8 and 9.  I was still running around a 9:10 min / mile pace, but I felt that I was about a minute (or more) behind where I had been in last week's race.  The mile 9 marker was at the spot where we had left the park in the first mile, which I reached around 1:22.  On my watch, I had finished nine miles at 1:21:23, but the mile 9 marker wasn't even in sight until well after the alert had sounded.  

Mile 10 was where the race began to get tough for me, the beginning of that last third of the race!  This was the start of the second out-and-back, and I hoped to pick up a bit more speed here. But the route was hilly, more uphill than downhill.  I took a walk break right before crossing the mile 10 timing mat, 1:32:30.  2-1/2 minutes slower than I had hoped, and I had run mile 10 in 9:30 according to the watch (and was probably a few seconds slower than that in reality).  I hit the lap counter on my watch at that point, hoping that the watch would line up better with the subsequent miles.  The turn-around was immediately after the timing mat, and so I was expecting more downhill than uphill on the return.  Somehow that didn't seem to happen for me!  Nonetheless I did manage to speed up a bit, passing a fair number of other runners, finishing mile 11 in 8:59 according to the Garmin. 

1:42 elapsed, 2.1 miles to go.  Surely I could run the rest of the race at an 8:30 min / mile pace, that would get me in around 2:00 even.  But mile 12 was the toughest mile of the race, going uphill along much of the same path that we had run so easily downhill in the first mile.  To make things more challenging, we were running directly into a headwind.  And then, it began to rain!  On the right shoulder, a runner was sitting on the side of the road, with a couple of medical personnel talking to her.  I wondered what had happened, but kept pushing as best as I could up the hill.  The rain ended after a few minutes.  I was a little disappointed to finish mile 12 in 10:26, especially because I had known ahead of time that mile would be uphill.  But that was the best that I could run that hill today.  
Run-walk strategy worked well for 11 miles, then struggled through mile 12,
before picking up the pace again in the 13th mile, finishing strongly on the track. 
Mile 12: What time is it?  HAMMER TIME, I said!  1:52 on the watch, 1.11 miles to go to the finish.  I reminded myself, I have run a 7 minute mile, therefor I can still finish in 2 hours.  But while the mind was willing, the legs were weak, after 12 miles elapsed.  Although the route had leveled out, although I was pushing myself, the watch stubbornly insisted that I was only moving at a 9:15 min / mile pace.  We were passing through the Franklin Park Zoo, and I saw a sign for giraffes - my favorite zoo animal, from a fond early childhood memory.  The 20K sign appeared, 1.1K to go, about 0.7 miles.  I accepted that 2 hours was now out of reach.  But it seemed that more runners were now passing me even when I was running.  Now my goal was 2:02, that seemed doable.  I also remembered that my best time in the Publix Georgia Half Marathon was 2:02, and told myself that I was still running fairly well, I certainly had not "bonked."  We turned onto the road where we had begun the race an hour and 57 minutes earlier.  Was the finish line more than 3 minutes away?  I saw a sign, "800 meters to the finish".  That didn't seem far at all, until I remembered that 800 meters is almost 1/2 mile.  OK, I've never run 1/2 mile in 3 minutes.  Just keep pushing, pushing.  That field was a lot longer than I had remembered, and it took a few minutes to get to the outside of the stadium.  

At that moment, a young woman crossed in front of me in tears, then seemed to fall into the arms of a red-jacketed medic on the left side of the road.  I felt so badly for her, to be so close to the finish line and having to stop.  I don't know what happened, perhaps a leg or foot injury?  Dehydration?  But I kept on running, finally seeing the entrance to the stadium, where the long-awaited mile 13 sign welcomed us! 

Entering the stadium, I could see the finish line to my right, which would be about 170 yards away, running clockwise.  I settled into lane 2, was immediately passed on my right by a young woman in lane 1.  Then a young man zipped by in lane 8!  Showoff!!  As I turned onto the straightaway, I saw a timing strip 100 feet before the finish line, and heard my name called after I crossed.  I held up my hands to acknowledge the announcement, and put on a burst of speed into the finish, passing one runner who was moving fairly slowly.  2:02:21!  
Screen shot from Bonnie's video of my finish
Whew, that was a tough run - but half-marathon #17 done!  After presenting us with our medals, and an opportunity to get a bottle of water and a banana, finishers were guided out of the stadium into the field where we had originally gathered.  I took a few minutes to stretch using the fence for support, that helped a lot.  There were two tents: the first offered donuts and bagels, and then the second offered hamburgers, can you believe it?  I wasn't sure if I could eat a hamburger immediately after running 13.1 miles, but guess what?  I was up to that challenge.  Then I caught up with Rick, Tara, and Bonnie - they were amazed to see me holding half a burger!  Rick ran an outstanding race, finishing in 1:45 and speeding up slightly as the miles ticked by, a negative split performance, even with the uphill sections in the final three miles! 

Post-race celebration was a lobster roll at James Hook's Lobster Shack near the seaport, and large coffees at the Intercontinental Hotel, where I was able to change into dry clothes for the ride to Tara and Rick's home. 

That was a lot of fun today.  The race was well-organized and very well staffed with volunteers.  I ran 11 excellent miles, one tough mile, and one satisfactory mile with a strong finish.  Of those races on a certified course, I believe that today's run was my 4th fastest half marathon.  I will have to check carefully, but it may be my best half-marathon in 70 degree temperatures.  
Official result! Pace through mile 5, 9:10 min / mile;
Pace through mile 10, 9:15 min / mile;
Overall pace, 9:19 min / mile. 

October 1, 2017: The BuHi (Buford Highway) Half Marathon

Last year I ran the inaugural BuHi Half, celebrating the Buford Highway corridor.  I complained in the blog post and to others about the race being a quarter-mile short of the 13.11 miles of a legitimate half marathon, and had considered not running it again this year.  But in June, an offer that I couldn't refuse appeared on Facebook, offering half-price ($40) registration for the first 50 registrants.  So I registered, adding a donation to Raksha, a sponsor organization that provided timely assistance to the children of one of Bonnie's clients a few years ago.  A different race route was also advertised, so I was hopeful that they had carefully measured the new route.  

Then around 10 days ago, I received an e-mail announcing that the route had changed, due to difficulties with permits, and the course would now be two loops of a 6 - 7 mile course.  I was momentarily disappointed, but decided that since I'm working on negative splits, I would "gather information" on the first loop and then might run a bit more aggressively on the second loop, knowing where the uphills and downhills would be located. 

As the day for the race approached, the weather forecast showed cooler morning temperatures and clear skies.  Indeed this morning the temperature was 55 deg F at the start of the race.  Several events were scheduled: 
  • a 13-mile bike race, which began at 7:20 am;
  • the 13.1 half marathon, beginning at 7:30 am;
  • a 10K, beginning at 7:45 am;
  • a 5K, beginning at 8:00 am; and
  • a 2-mile stroll, beginning at 8:05 am. 
Bonnie and I arrived shortly after 6 am, so that I could pick up my bib and get in a few miles warming up the legs.  I was due to run 18 miles this weekend according to the marathon training program, so I figured I would run 3 before hand, 13.1 during the race, and hopefully have enough discipline to run 2 cooldown miles afterwards. 

I ended up running three laps around the Plaza Fiesta mall area, covering 2.32 miles altogether.  After three loops, my legs felt good, and I thought that it would be best to check in with the porta-potty instead of running one or two more loops.  Wise choice: a 10-person line when I joined was probably five times as long when I finished my pre-race business.  It was also nice to socialize with a few other runners from Tucker Running Club and Big Peach group runs while waiting for the start. 
Tucker Running Club members - (above) those available at 7:15 am!
(below) 10K and 5K runners, with a later start time.

We watched the start of the bike race, and then it was time for the half-marathon runners to gather on Dresden Road for our start, across from Peachtree-DeKalb airport.  I lined up with Kilsun Hogue, Myriam Fentanes, and Carl Line, about 50 feet from the starting line.  I remembered from last year that there was not a starting mat - all times were "gun times" - and so I wasn't going to modestly take a position further back in the pack.  As the airhorn sounded for the start, I realized that I was in the "right place", with people around me running around a 9 min/mile pace, which was my goal for the first 6 miles.  Yes, a 9 min/mile pace is a faster start than what I have taken for the previous two half-marathons (Hotlanta Half, Craft Classic), but with the reasonable temperature and the state of my conditioning, I felt that it was worth trying.
From about 10 minutes into the race - I'm still carrying a water bottle from pre-race warmup.
 The first five miles went well, with a very steady pace ranging from 8:54 to 9:06.  My watch was perfectly synced with the posted mile markers, so that was reassuring.  I ran intervals of 3:30 running, 0:30 walking, and that served me very well this morning.  As the miles ticked by, I was able to catch up to and then pass a few of the others that were running steadily for the entire race.  There was a tough uphill section on Clairmont Road near the end of mile 3, going up to an overpass over the MARTA tracks, made more challenging by running into a relatively strong wind from the east.  Somewhere along New Peachtree Road, a runner passed rapidly on my left, who I realized must have been the 10K leader.  Wow, he was moving fast, and we had a 15 minute head start on him.  Also, he must have had to navigate through a bunch of the slower half-marathon runners for the past mile or so.  Over the next few miles, three more men and one woman passed me at paces matching what I would expect for fast 10K runners.  
The race route, two loops run clockwise.
We turned onto Buford Highway shortly before the mile 5 marker, reaching the Chamblee campus of the Centers for Disease Control (CDC) after crossing Chamblee-Tucker Road.  Here the route became a bit crowded.  The 5K route was an out-and-back, which joined our route for the second half.  Given that they had started 30 minutes after us, the middle of the 5K pack was on Buford Highway as I reached them.  I passed Carolyn Weber in this section, who was struggling with a sore knee - although she looked good - and won her age group for the 5K race - congratulations Carolyn!  Much of mile 6 was a nice, steady downhill stretch, which I finished in 8:38.  There was a relatively undeveloped area with forest to our right, which was hiding the airport from view, probably also a bit of a sound buffer.  Around the 6 mile marker, we passed Hola! Auto Sales, and several hundred feet later, Amigo Auto Sales marked our return into a more urban area, across the street from the Crawfish Shack.  Passing Dresden Road (down which we had dashed to the finish line last year), we came up to the next street, Plaster Road, where a policeman was clearly directing 5K and 10K runners to turn right, half-marathon runners straight ahead on Buford Highway in front of Plaza Fiesta, to begin our second lap.  I took a quick look at the watch, noted 6.85 miles elapsed.  Bonnie was taking short videos of each runner that she knew as we passed, I gave her a smile and two thumbs up, as my watch signaled mile 7 completed, in 9:03, and 1:02:37 elapsed.     

For the past two or three miles, I had been "leapfrogging" Carl Line, a buddy from group runs at Big Peach Running Company - Decatur.  I was a little interested in keeping up with Carl today, as I joined his age group a few weeks ago.  Carl is generally a little faster than me, especially in warm weather, where I struggle.  To both of our surprises, I had managed to outrun him in the BuHi half last year.  I wasn't necessarily expecting to do so this year, but I felt good with my pace and strategy.  We made the turn from Buford Highway onto Clairmont Road, passing Los Rayos Taqueria - best guacamole ever - 3473 Clairmont Road, Brookhaven - and I noted as we passed the mile 1 marker on the back side of Plaza Fiesta, my watch was at 7.73 miles.  There had not been a mile 7 marker and I didn't remember seeing any markers for the higher miles on our first loop, but I could add 6.73 miles every time I passed a mile marker for the rest of the race. 

Reaching Dresden Road, I saw a man running from Dresden onto Clairmont ahead of me, followed by a woman.  When she saw me and Carl coming from the south, she said "I think that I messed up the half-marathon!"  I said, "yes, we're nearly 8 miles in."  Carl and I chatted about this for a moment as we ran, wondering how many others might have taken a short-cut on Dresden Road, missing the clear direction that we had received to go straight on Buford Highway.  Oh well, hopefully those runners would disqualify themselves when they realized their mistake.  

I pulled away from Carl after Dresden Road, and found that I was occasionally gaining on some of the other runners.  There was one person ahead of me, also passing other runners, wearing what appeared from the back to be a "Five Stripes" soccer jersey - turns out it was an older-style FC Barcelona jersey and not an Atlanta United Five Stripes jersey.  He had passed me for good on Buford Highway, but I was hoping to keep up with and perhaps catch up to him later in the race.  The uphill section came up again after my watch had signaled mile 9 (1:20:30 elapsed), and I really slowed down this time.  The wind in my face seemed stronger.  I decided not to worry about it if I slowed down a bit, I knew that there would be downhills ahead, and the important thing was not to get too tired to speed up where the course turned to my advantage.  At the mile 10 signal, I saw 1:30:00 on the dot on my watch, a solid 9:00 min / mile pace.  I knew that I could finish the last 5K in 30 minutes or less, but also remembered that the Craft Classic course had been a little long, so I pushed myself as best as I could.  Unfortunately mile 11 was also uphill, more than I had remembered, and I clocked my slowest mile of the race at 9:31, 1:39:30 elapsed, as I made the sharp right turn onto Shallowford Road.  Nonetheless I knew that my legs were strong enough to carry me for 2.1 more miles in less than 21 minutes, and the next mile was going to be mostly downhill!  For the rest of the race, I tried to stretch out the run intervals to 5 or 6 minutes, timing in two cases to coincide nicely with water stations.  "Five Stripes" was still in sight, but I wasn't closing in on him. 

As I turned onto Buford Highway, I saw a marker for mile 11.  Hmm, I was at 11.73 miles at that point.  But then I remembered that the markers for the later miles in last year's race didn't make any sense, so I just ignored it.  The mile 12 alert sounded as I crossed Chamblee-Tucker Road, 8:34 for mile 12, 1:48 elapsed!  I was already moving pretty quickly, but switched the watch from pace mode to distance elapsed for the rest of the run.  I put on a bit more of a kick until the downhill section ended, with my watch at 12.7 miles.  Just 0.4 - 0.5 miles to go!  Then, there was a mile 12 marker.  Hmm.  Hmm?  My watch sounded 13 miles, 1:57 elapsed, just as Hola! Auto Sales came into view.  It seemed like I still had some distance to go before I would reach Plaza Fiesta.  At 1:58:00 elapsed, I looked at my watch and saw 13.14 miles covered.  So I've just set a PR for the half-marathon distance, but I'm still on Buford Highway, and the finish line is nowhere close.  "Five Stripes" is still running strongly, I decide that I'm not going to catch him, and just focus on finishing before the 2 hour mark has elapsed.  

I just kept running as fast as I could imagine, until the watch sounded for the walk break leading up to 2:00:00 elapsed, as I reached Amigo Auto Sales, 13.30 miles elapsed.  Exact same time as the Craft Classic, except today there was no finish line.  Still on Buford Highway!  Very disappointed that the route was going to be very long.  Going uphill for a moment, I decided to take one more walk break.  It wasn't going to matter for time, and I only had enough kick for 1.3 miles.  Fortunately after 30 seconds of walking, I was ready to run again.  Finally, passed Dresden Road, but we weren't turning there, no, it was at Plaster Road that we would turn, 13.60 miles elapsed.  But at least the finish line wasn't far away now.  But it wasn't right there, either.  We passed where we had begun the race, 2 hours, 3 minutes, and 30 seconds earlier.  

Where, oh where is the finish line? Oh where, oh where could it be?

Finally there was the parking lot for Plaza Fiesta.  A few people were cheering us on.  At this point, I just didn't want to be passed, so I managed to speed up as I turned into the lot.  There was the finish line uphead, people cheering, the clock read ... 2:04:30 as I crossed the finish line. 

Stopped the watch at 2:04:37, 13.84 miles elapsed.  Wow, not only did I get a discounted registration, but I got more than half-a-mile extra, for free!  Gee, thanks so much!  

All sarcasm aside, I was thrilled to see that I had run an average pace of 9:00 min / mile for the entire distance.  My legs were sore but not terribly so.  After saying hi to Bonnie, I went back to the finish line to wait for Carl and Myriam.  Myriam arrived first, about 4 minutes later, followed in a few more minutes by Carl.  When we compared our times and distances, we all had recorded 13.8 to 13.9 miles covered.  Except for one of the later runners, who ran a PR by more than 10 minutes - covering 13.2 miles.  So her watch was right and the others were wrong?  

When I got home and downloaded the Garmin data, I then thought to compare with the official race map.  It was very subtle, and I had to expand the view to see the differences, but it turns out that we were supposed to turn at Plaster Road at the end of the first loop.  Looking at the map, it looks like it's about 0.7 miles longer the way that we ran it.  
Above, left: published race route       Above, right: what I ran
Note where miles 9 and miles 11 are located in the respective maps. 
             Expansion: Above, left: published race route            Above, right: what I ran
           Note where miles 7 are located in the respective maps. 
The policeman gave many of us the wrong directions at the split!  Carl and I and many of the runners in front of us were wrong, not the runners who we saw ahead of us coming off of Dresden Road.  Someone must have corrected him shortly after I passed, which would explain why we saw some runners ahead of us coming off of Dresden Road onto Clairmont.  It's a good thing that I didn't say anything to those runners at the time.  They probably had enough doubt for the next 6 miles that they had accidentally cut the course, until they finished, probably at 13.1 - 13.2 miles.  

Fortunately it didn't really matter to me for this race: it was a good workout, and I was pleased with how I ran, with consistent effort from start to finish, with paces within a fairly tight range of 8:34 - 9:31 min / mile.  All of the 9+ min / miles were net uphill, so that strengthened my sense of having run very consistently, thanks to the run-walk intervals.  

What might I have done about the wrong race directions?  This has happened to other runners in other races.  The "official" answer seems to be that the runner is responsible for knowing the route.  OK, I didn't study the route closely enough.  (Probably because I've been pre-occupied with a very important grant application over the past month - and I get paid for chemistry, not for running.)  But what if I had been 100% certain that I should have made that turn when the policeman had told me to go straight?  What if there had been a last-minute change of route, and making that right turn would have put me into an unsafe situation?  Or one in which I would have cut the course short - and could have been called a cheater - because the organizers made an adjustment elsewhere to make up for the last-minute change at mile 7?  I've concluded that I would have reacted the same way if it was a volunteer instead of a policeman confidently giving directions, so the uniform of the person didn't affect my decision. 
Carl and I celebrating our finishes! 

One of the features that everyone was looking forward to was the food offered after the race.  Each runner received four coupons for food selections.  I had a quarter of a delicious pork banh mi sandwich with my first coupon, and a Guatemalan version of tamale with tomatillo sauce with the second coupon, absolutely wonderful.  People were also raving about an Indian curry dish, but when I was ready to use my third coupon, they were out of food.  In fact all of the vendors were out of food when the half-marathon clock was at 2:45 elapsed - still a respectable time, for which the course was open, but those finishers didn't get anything to eat at all.  

The mariachi band was quite good! 
My own performance, 4th out of 8 in my age group, 55th out of 179 finishers.  (If you're wondering, I'm pretty sure 1st through 3rd place finishers in my age group also ran 13.8 miles.)  Ultimately there is nothing to do other than to focus on the positive aspects of today's run.  And I paid a discounted price, so I can't complain too much.  But one of my friends paid $90 this morning to register onsite for the half-marathon.  I hope that she feels that she got a fair value from the race for what she paid.  Anyway, on to preparing for another half marathon next Sunday.  That one should be an interesting race! 

Today's Garmin stats

Addendum: October 3, BuHi sent runners an apology e-mail.  The motorcycle guiding the lead runner failed to make the turn at the correct location.  About 100 more runners followed before the organizers realized the problem.  











September 30, 2017: The Mercedes-Benz 5K/Walk Like MADD

GUEST BLOGGER: Running for MY LIFE! 
(Or as Frank might say, “RUN FOR YOUR LIFE MY WIFE!”)

Many of you may or may not know me as the (slightly) slower half of Frank McDonald, the ever-faithful wife who gets up at a** o’clock to accompany Frank on his many, many races. The Athletic Supporter. The Photographer. But today, I have been elevated for only the 2nd time to GUEST BLOGGER. Frank is trusting me to give an account of my race today at the inaugural Mercedes Benz 5k walk/run like MADD, benefiting Mothers Against Drunk Driving.

While it’s not the first time MADD has held this 5K, it is the first time that a race was held at the gleaming, brand-spanking new Mercedes Benz Stadium—a billion-dollar masterpiece that was the primary vision of Arthur Blank, founder of the Home Depot. Blank himself was actually spotted in the crowd today, mingling calmly with the hoi polloi.

The excitement over the new stadium translated into a record-breaking crowd with over 8,000 participants registered—more than double last year when it was still held at the soon-to-be-demolished Georgia Dome.

RACEBLOG DETOUR: Frank and I had the opportunity to attend the first Atlanta United Soccer game at #MBStadium for his birthday on Sunday, Sept. 10. What an exciting game that was, a sold-out event against FC Dallas where United destroyed the visiting team, 3-0! Frank and the die-hard fans were mostly on their feet the entire time, occasionally blocking my view (did I mention I’m short?), but that was no problem because the ginormous wrap-around screen around the roof oculus gives a crystal-clear 360 view of the game. Truly, there’s not a bad seat in the house. MB Stadium is a marvelous structure, with so many layers to explore, including a skybridge and transparent wall to see the city skyline. The one minor glitch was that at the time of the game, the camera lens roof was not yet operational. The only roof aperture of its kind in the world, the ceiling can open up in about 10 minutes and was tested for the first time in public at the inaugural Atlanta Falcons game a week later. Arthur Blank really thought of the fans—there are not 1, but 2 MARTA stations that lead right to the stadium, so public transportation is great (unlike to the new Braves’ SunTrust stadium); there’s gourmet food at reasonable prices, with free (!) refillable soda. For his birthday, I bought Frank an authentic Atlanta United jersey and scarf, and he wore the red, black and gold proud. He broke the jersey out again today, just for the race.

This time last week, I was attending my 30th High School Reunion of the International School Manila Class of ’87. I have always had the warmest memories of my years at ISM. Growing up in the Philippines was an idyllic sheltered time for me and my family. My father was working at the Asian Development Bank as an Economist, and moved to Manila in 1967 with my mom. All of the Youn kids were born in Manila, as Korean expatriates, and we attended ISM from pre-K all the way until 12th grade. While that’s undeniably a rare experience, there were at least a dozen in my class who are “oldtimers,” which is a testament to how close we are.

My class consists of some of the most remarkable individuals spread across the globe, but the organizers decided to host the 30th reunion in New York, loosely centralized so that many could attend. In fact, out of the class of 140, almost 50 attended, a huge percentage. We had alumni come from as far away as the Philippines, Hong Kong, Singapore, London, and even Luxembourg. I reconnected with old friends, and also reacquainted myself with classmates I truly hadn’t seen in a full three decades.

This past summer, I had attended Frank’s own reunion with his Ph.D. Chemistry class at Stanford. Having cheerfully braved a class reunion with him, he was game to join me for my own reunion because he had been impressed by how fondly I spoke of my years in Manila. Sadly, that was not his own high school experience in Nederland, TX, so he wanted to see what it was like to meet a class where people loved and cherished one another.

During the trip to Manhattan, Frank reminded me that although he was also signed up for the MADD 5K, he was also racing the Buford Highway Half the very next day. Therefore, he asked, “Would you like me to pace you and coach you during the race?”

ULP. Early on when I had first begun my running journey about 4 years ago, Frank had coached me back then and I had achieved a relatively good (for me) pace of around 16-17 minutes a mile with the run/walk method. However, I’d since become more lax in my weekly runs, and my pacing had suffered. So, however tentatively I may have felt, I gamely said “yes.” Frank responded with a grin. “GOOD. My goal is to get you to PR, so I’ll be PUSHING you, even YELLING at you.” Blink blink. What had I done?

So, during the rest of the reunion weekend in New York, I thought I’d better try improving my running just a wee bit. In fact, both of us took the opportunity to run through and around Central Park. Even though we have visited NYC many times, this was truly the first time both Frank and I have ever taken an actual run through Fredrick Law Olmsted’s masterpiece. Although he also designed Piedmont Park, it pales in comparison to the glory of Central Park. Did you know that in addition to the famed Boathouse and lake, there’s boulders, cliffs, a Dairy (now a tourist center), a Sheep Meadow, a mall, bridges, carousel, fountains, and tons of trails? Magnificent—and I got to run through it two mornings in a row. Even though I knew I had to try to improve my time, I couldn’t help but just enjoy the scenery. I also managed to run up 5th Avenue and through Rockefeller Center (pausing to pose for a thumbs down at Trump Tower). Frank ran 13 miles. I did 4. But I did it at least for 2 days in a row, so I thought, OK, this might be enough.

Coming back to Atlanta, however, my week was so slammed I didn’t run once during the week. So I was rather mentally realistic about what I would accomplish this morning for the race. To prepare, we ate lightly on Friday evening at a delicious vegan restaurant, Herban Fix (not carbo-loading like a small Tucker Running Club crew who ate at Bambinelli’s). Vegan you say? The truffle mushroom rice and scallion pancakes were killer, and Frank indulged in the soy-frosted carrot cake. A.MAY.ZING.

When we got home, I immediately set out my race gear, remembering the old adage: Fail to Prepare? Prepare to Fail! blinding yellow Tucker Running Club shirt, CHECK; sports bra, hat, Balega socks, sunglasses, water bottle in fridge, CHECK. Garmin watch? SET TO CHARGE. Alarm clock:  Set to 4:30 am (parking deck opened at 6), CHECK. Promptly get to sleep? NO. I played Solitaire on my iPad til 1:30 am, urgh. And when the alarm woke me up, I got dressed and we got in the car, and then Frank asked me what time it was. NO GARMIN, because it was still charging on my bedside table. So there is a corollary to the old adage: OVERprepare and you may still semi-fail.

NOW BACK TO THE RACE: Fortunately, Coach Frank is prepared. He had his Garmin, and since he was pacing me, he would keep track of metrics. Very important for my scientist husband. As we sped along I-85 downtown, I took my de rigueur ass o’clock selfie, still quietly in self-doubt about setting a PR. However, I was determined that I would enjoy myself and see what I could do, and not complain or whine even if Frank gave me the stick. We were meeting a very mini Tucker Running Club crew—Carolyn Weber and Linda Bodey Phinney were also coming, and we were going to try to set up a photo.

We arrived right around 6 am, heeding the traffic warnings from Atlanta Track Club, and fortunately, there was still plenty of parking spaces available in the closest Red Lot. Emerging into the Georgia International Plaza, the greenspace between the stadium and the Georgia World Congress Center, racers were beginning to gather and the emcee was warming up the crowd. Soberingly, we also saw poster boards set up commemorating the many beautiful lives tragically lost to drunk drivers.

We took a lap around the early part of the course and around Phillips Arena to warm up. I ran into a few familiar ATC faces—Carole and Phil Limonciello who were up naturally at 4:30 am without an alarm clock, Susie Kim with her headlamp on, a fellow WeightWatchers member. With this crowd and my average time, we were going to run with Wave E.

2nd RACEBLOG DETOUR: If you are running this race, or any one of the many courses around the area between the stadiums and Centennial Olympic Park, and you find yourself quite aways from the portapotties, the Omni Hotel lower level has lovely, luxurious restrooms. With no one in them at that hour.

BACK TO THE RACE: We found Carolyn right around 7 am. She shared that she was nursing a sore knee, so she was going to start with our wave as well. It’s one of the few rare times that both of she and Frank would run with the Wave of my people, so we got to chat and take our selfies in front of MB Stadium before the groups advanced to the starting line. In the distance, maybe 20 yards in front of us, Frank saw Linda, but the crowd was too large for us to call her back. We agreed that we’d try to meet up again once we arrived inside the stadium at the finish. Coach Frank and I also agreed that we would implement the Galloway run/walk method of alternating 30 seconds walking and running. He would use his stopwatch and would signal to me.

As we progressed to the start, I confess I did feel a little anxiety, because I didn’t want to let Frank down. However, I just reminded and reassured myself—enjoy the race, don’t get injured, and do your best. Finish strongly.

Aaaannnd….we were off! The adrenaline rush of the start is always a big boost of speed. Frank always tells me he has to tell himself not to go too fast in the beginning. But this course started with downhill momentum, so I let myself go. Frank tells me, and the metrics show, that this was the fastest pace I achieved in the race. The weather was excellent—in the 70s at the start, but with cloud cover and stiff breezes, it felt even cooler. The sun didn’t come out actually until near the end of the 2nd mile.

As we rounded the corner onto Marietta Street, I felt strong, keeping up with Frank and gamely and relatively easily maintaining the 30/30 splits. Even with my warm-up, though, my calves still felt a little tight, and my feet were heavy. I hoped that by the 2nd mile, that would alleviate. However, the 2nd turn onto Forsyth Street led to a slightly higher elevation. I was slowing. I found myself more eagerly awaiting for the 30 second walks to start as Frank motioned with his hand to slow down. With a few of the uphills, Coach Frank allowed me to take longer walk breaks, thank goodness, but when there were downhill stretches, I managed to maintain a longer run pace. The hairpin turn onto Northside Drive was probably the longest uphill stretch, but Frank yelled, “this is NOTHING compared to Cardiac Hill!” and he was right. In my mind, I was ambling and pumping my arms a little faster every time he yelled “RUN! GO!”

My second mile was the slowest. However, as we were approaching the end of the 2nd mile on Northside, there started this beautiful downhill. I said to myself, “you can run downhill Bonnie.” So I picked it up a bit on that downhill, and found I wasn’t breathing too hard. Go! Go! Go! I could see MB Stadium in the distance! Frank pulled out his camera and started taking photos to document my race, right at the Jerk Chicken stand. Here’s when I actually started passing people (yeah, I mean you, couple in the camo-blue shirts!). As we pulled closer to the T-intersection of MLK Drive, Frank reminded me, “Bonnie, this is where we got out of the MARTA station for the Atlanta United game! You’re going to make a run for it into the stadium!”

Come on Bonnie! As I crested that last turn into the stadium, mentally, I was still strong, but in my mind, I had thought it would be a little like the Georgia Dome when I ran it last year. That actually had a few bumps and hills before hitting the field, so I was bracing for it. Not so at Mercedes--the entrance was pretty much a flat straight shot! Hit the nitro! That last 50 yard dash was kind of a blur, but I could hear Frank’s voice kind of ringing behind me, and his breath hot on my back. GO! GO! GO!

And then it was over! I crossed the finish, and to our great pleasure, Carolyn was right there to capture that winning moment!


The photo that captured the essence of the entire race. That woman the left? Her face says it all: I passed her!

Frank caught my view from behind—pump those fists! (#ATC Coach Amy Begley, I hear your voice too!)






Frank told me that the course was a true 5K at 3.1 miles, with the 3 mile mark right at the entrance of the stadium. And when I finally caught my breath…here comes the best part: THE PHOTOS!
#MedalProud!

#Hotdogging!

Coach gets a kiss under the goalposts!


Frank does his best Terrell Owens!

I #RiseUp!

Frank breaks through the ceiling:

And for the running geeks: my stats.
No PR, Alas. No land speed records broken at chip time of 57:21. BUT:
  • -    I was faster than 356 people (more if you count those that stayed home on the couch)
  • -    I finished without injury
  • -    I finished strong
  • -    I enjoyed myself (really!)
  • -   I can say honestly that I run more than I ever did 30 years ago in high school, and if you ever told me that I’d accomplish that back then, I’d say you were a liar. 

So the moral of this story is: The future is truly unwritten. Go and make and break your own records! Have fun along the way, and if you’re lucky enough, you’ll find and marry a great coach (and even better husband)!


September 9, 2017: The Craft Classic Half Marathon

The Craft Classic Half Marathon came to Atlanta for the first time in September 2016, but I was committed to marathon training, so I passed on the race.  I had seen part of the race on one of our long runs (see Kurokitty's blog post), and had it in mind for this year.  Any indecision on this race was resolved a couple of months ago when the runningnerds Facebook site posted an opportunity to get a $50 entry and then a 20% discount, paying only $43 after the service charge - a great price for a half marathon.  Thanks runningnerds, and I was proud to wear the runningnerds race team (rrt) shirt this morning!
Carbo-loading last night at Luciano's in Duluth with my in-laws.
The linguine carbonara was delicious!  This also doubled as pre-birthday celebration, thanks! 
It happens that today is my last day in the male 50-54 age group.  The male 55-59 age group has a bunch of fast-running men, so I don't expect my placements to improve, but I'm delighted that my running has continued to improve.  I didn't have a particularly aggressive goal for this race, still focusing on mastering the negative split strategy.  But the temperature was unseasonably cool once again, so I decided that I might start a little faster than I did in the Hotlanta Half in June.  


Race route: note the perfect temperature at the start!
I had lined up between the 2:15 and 2:00 pacers, but then we all had to move to the other side of the start-finish line!  The problem is that the middle of the pack runners had to move pass the fast group with this last-minute change, and I found the 2:00 pacers slightly behind me at the start!  Apparently there was a countdown for the start, but with the buzz of the crowd, I didn't realize that the race had started until the runners in front of me began moving.  Fortunately my watch was already synced up and so I started a few steps before crossing the timing mats.  
I'm the only person in this entire photo that is smiling!
Maybe it's because I know the photographer (thanks Bonnie!).
Everyone else has an intense expression: they must be thinking
"I'm going to win this race!"
I had thought that the start would be slow due to the narrow path, but in fact I had no difficulty getting up to a 9 min / mile pace, as the path wound through beautiful Grant Park.  My goal was to run between 9:00 and 10:00 min / mile paces for the first 6 miles, and then hopefully turn up the speed.  I was on a 4 minute run / 30 second walk cycle, and had no difficulty getting to the side when I took the first walk break, shortly before leaving the park.  Even after leaving the park and tackling the first hill, entering the Summerhill neighborhood, I was running easily at close to a 9:00 min/mile pace.  Compared to the 8:00 min/mile pace that I had run in the 10K on Labor Day, this morning's run felt easy.  

The first two miles approached the State Capitol, but upon turning onto DeKalb avenue, and leaving behind the buildings of Georgia State University and Grady Memorial Hospital,  we were running straight into the rising sun.  Even with sunglasses and a cap, I had to look down to the road to avoid being blinded, and couldn't look around at the scenery.  After crossing the interstate 75-85 connector, we were in the middle lane, the so-called "suicide lane" which changes direction between the morning and evening rush hours.  When we could see again due to a slight change in direction, there was nothing much to look at for the next couple of miles, as the road passed through an industrial wasteland paralleling a commercial train line and the MARTA tracks.  It was a relief to turn into the Inman Park neighborhood, with nice homes lining the streets and plenty of shade from the trees.  Fortunately I was running easily for the first 6 miles, averaging a 9:10 pace, just a few seconds slower than needed for a 2-hour finish, finishing the first 6 miles in 55 minutes even.  
Bonnie captured me in a good mood in the fourth mile, on DeKalb Avenue.
The man behind me, David Bloomquist, is in the age group that I will join tomorrow.
He passed me for good shortly after this photo was taken.
David is running the Berlin Marathon in 2 weeks! 
After passing the mile 6 marker, I decided to try to speed up a bit on the run sections, and ran my first sub-9 minute mile of the race, in 8:56.  I caught up to the 2:00 pacers around the mile 7 marker - I hadn't seen them pass me earlier - and stayed slightly ahead of them for the next few miles.  Turning onto Highland Avenue, I knew that the next two miles would be net downhill, and ticked off miles 8 and 9 in 8:35 and 8:43 on Highland and Virginia Avenues respectively.  I was impressed with how many police were available to protect the intersections - and this was greatly appreciated, as there was more traffic than I had expected at 8:30 am on Saturday morning.  Most runners including me were greeting or thanking the police as we passed, and most responded with more than just thanks, offering words of encouragement and congratulations as we ran.  

Shortly after turning onto the Eastside Beltline, near its northern terminus at Piedmont Park, we passed the mile 9 marker.  I knew that the next two miles would be a gentle but continuous uphill.  Nonetheless I continued to run fairly strongly, finishing mile 10 in 9:08 (1:30:20 elapsed).  I didn't see a marker and so I wasn't sure how close my Garmin was measuring to the actual distance covered, but with just a 5K to go, I started seriously thinking about making a 2-hour finish.  After all, I can easily run a 29 minute 5K, and felt that I had enough energy and strength left in my legs to continue running 9 minute miles.  But as we approached the south end of the Beltline, the one volunteer manning the water station was furiously trying to put out cups of water - but the cup that I picked up was full of - pretzels!  Salty, dry, pretzels!  "Anti-water"! 

I was carrying some ShotBloks that I had begun taking at 45 minutes, and about every 10 - 15 minutes from that point, and also had a water bottle on my belt with a solution of Nuun, so I didn't really need the water.  But I made the mistake of eating a couple of the pretzels.  The pretzels were a really bad idea, and I crumpled the cup in my hand until I could dump it in a garbage can.  "These pretzels are making me thirsty!"  I needed most of the Nuun remaining in my water bottle to wash the down the salt.  I hoped that there would be one more water station, actually serving liquid refreshment.  Miles 11 and 12 were covered in 9:29 and 9:15, respectively.  The 2-hour pacers caught up to me near the end of mile 12.  Fortunately there was a water station serving blue Gatorade and cool water, just after the turn at the King Memorial MARTA station.  That helped get me back on track.  Although I didn't see any of the later mile markers, I noticed that I finished mile 12 at 1:49.  Surely I could cover the last 1.1 miles in 11 minutes - or less!  

Successfully executed the run-walk strategy!
Now that we were back in gently rolling hills, and my mouth was properly hydrated, I was able to speed up a bit.  We ran past historic Oakland Cemetery, but at this point I was hardly looking around, just looking for landmarks to gauge how close we were to the finish line.  When we crossed interstate 20, my watch was reading 12.5 miles - even though I had felt that the park was a mile away, having driven on a parallel road earlier this morning to get to the race.  And for the next couple of blocks, we were running east, parallel to the highway, not seeming to get any closer to the park!  So I started trying to run a bit faster.  My glutes were starting to ache at this stage, but here is where the experience of marathon running really helped with the mental game - I knew that I could still finish strong, and that the ache wouldn't last much longer. 

We turned south just as my watch read 12.7 miles.  We had one last little uphill section, and as we crested the top of the hill, I began to speed up a bit more.  When my watch signaled 13.0 miles, just before reaching 1:58, I smiled to myself - I'm definitely going to break 2 hours!  In fact, if I ran a little faster, I could finish in 1:59!  That goaded me to pick up the pace.  I passed a couple of runners, and made the turn into the park with my watch reading 13.1 miles.  I could hear some noise from the finish line, but where was it?!   I kept running, seeing 1:59 on the watch, realizing that I should have accounted for a little meandering along the way.  The road made a few turns through the park: with each turn, I expected to see the finish line, but no!  Run, run, run, oh my I'm not going to beat 2:00:00 if the finish line doesn't show up really soon!  Run, run, run, I was running at a furious pace - close to 8 miles per hour speed near the end - and finally there was the finish line - up ahead about 100 feet.  Run, run, run, there's Bonnie just beyond the finish line to take my photo - and done!  The clock was reading 77 minutes - must have been based on the 5K race that had started around 8:15 am.  Natalie of runningnerds handed me my medal and congratulated me, I finally slowed down and stopped my watch: 2:00:10!  
Finish line celebration!  With the run-walk strategy,
I was "leapfrogging" the two runners behind me for most of the race.
I'm happy to see that I had reserved enough energy to move ahead of them near the end.
I'm delighted with the Garmin data, showing that I managed a negative split, by about a minute
(compare mile 6 elapsed with mile 12, and then the faster finish in miles 13 and 13.3)
I was momentarily disappointed to see that I had passed the 2-hour mark by a few seconds, and annoyed that I had to run 13.30 miles to reach the finish.  But then I remembered that I had not really had the 2-hour goal for today's race, and realized that I had achieved my primary goal of a negative split, and that the race from start-to-finish had gone much better for me than I had expected!  


September 11: official time posted, 2:00:01 chip time, 2:00:12 gun time. 
Celebrating our finishes: Kilsun Hogue and Sheelagh O'Malley
After stretching my sore muscles, I took my food coupon to the Naanstop table, where they were serving small but delicious portions of chicken tikka masala.  There was a much longer line for beer - being the Craft Classic sponsored by Monday Night Brewing - but at 9:45 in the morning, my preference is coffee.  The line deterred any thought of trying to get a beer, although I stayed around long enough to thank Tes Sobomehin Marshall for the discounted registration, and shared that I had a great race today! 
Thanks for the discount code, Tes!