Today was a "race simulator" workout for my upcoming half marathon (now just 3 weeks away!) I decided to do the whole run on pavement to make it more realistic. I headed out around 7am in cool, overcast fall weather, with temps in the upper 40s.
I headed outbound on local surface roads. Traffic was quiet on an early Saturday, and the fall colors along with a cool, light breeze, made for a comfortable run as I pushed along through deep suburbia, leaf-peeping and checking out the grand houses' halloween decorations.
The first 2 miles passed in slow, warmup mode, 8:50, 8:25. Then, warmed up, I started clicking along in the high 7s, 7:40, 7:50, 7:26. Eventually, after flirting with it a couple of times, I picked up the bike trail for good, running until my turnaround.
An hour into the run, now, I was seeing more people on the trail, enjoying the clement fall weather, mostly walking or running, but a few intrepid bikers managing over the thick bed of pine needles that was down on the path.
Late into mile 8 I realized I was supposed to eat my granola bar. I'm iffy on taking food during a half, but I thought it was worth the experiment. I choked it down around mile 8.8, and then stopped briefly for a quick stretch before the fun bit kicked off.
Then it was onto the tempo. Five miles of bike trail, and then a little under a mile back on my home road. I settled into my tempo pace, finding ~7:00 quite comfortable to start. From there I felt that I was holding steady or accelerating, but my watch was showing the opposite. Eventually I concluded it was losing the plot, and just focused on running by feel.
The bikeway is beautiful, fully enclosed by the arching canopy of the enclosing trees, littered with leaves and pine needles, crossed here and there by roads, but fortunately only one large crossing during the tempo section. It is straight, flat, unmolested by cars--not much to do but focus on stride, breath, cadence, on the laboring body speeding on its way.
I eventually made it to my home road and lucked out again with a gap in traffic to cross. I wanted to focus on closing out that last mile, and pretended to myself I could hear the din of a crowd in the distance, pulling me toward an imagined finish.
Up through mile 5 I would say I was running controlled and still fairly comfortable, but mile 6 just felt hard. My legs were getting cooked now, and I just concentrated on the seconds passing on my watch (GPS had fully dropped by now, so I determined to run 7 min for the last mile).
At last I hit the end, and indulged in a hands-on-knees pant for a few seconds. Done! And still feeling pretty good. I noted the address I was closest to so I could re-create my tempo route in google pedometer and calculate a real pace for the whole section.
Splits:
Mile 10: 6:59
Mile 11: 6:55
Mile 12: 6:55
Mile 13: 6:42
Mile 14: 6:37
Mile 15: 6:39
My total distance was actually 15.1, which is convenient because if you lop off my first two miles as a warmup, then you get a half marathon of 96:50 or so. My half marathon has a 90 minute pace group; I'm thinking of going out with them. Right now it feels pretty achievable.