2:37:40, 30th place, a few seconds shy of a personal best.
Perfect conditions and an honest course, so I have no excuses. The urge to sprint in hopes of gaining a P.R. by a few seconds just wasn't with me, as I had loftier goals for the day.
The splits on the race site are fairly accurate and tell the tale:
10K, 36:56, 5:57 pace
half, 1:17:40, 5:56 pace
20 miles, 1:59:18, 5:58 pace
26.2 miles, 2:37:40, 6:01 pace
While I started conservatively (which was my plan) with a few miles between 6:00 and 6:10, I never really felt great as I eased into goal pace. At halfway I was on pace but already laboring, so I stopped checking splits and tried to run just on the brink of within myself. By 20 miles I could feel the stress and the legs were starting to go out from under me, but if I kept the pace moderate I could keep going forward (I was still catching people here who were paying for faster starts). The last 5K found me bleary, weary and on the edge of knocking into cones from fatigue, but not the hard bonk I've suffered through in the past. For this I was very grateful.
Haiden and my parents were able to see my finish, and I enjoyed Dusty and her cheering section around mile 5. While I'm disappointed with the time, I definitely raced smarter than I have in the past, and I feel like I learned a bit about adjusting to circumstances on the road instead of just ignoring them and barreling through to the inevitable breakdown.
5:59, 6:07, 5:54(short), 6:11(long), 5:33( very short), 5:54, 5:52, 5:52, 5:50, 5:58, 5:57, 5:49, 6:01, 5:54, 6:01, 6:08, 6:04, 6:02, 5:59, 6:04, 6:11, 6:02, 6:19, 6:10, 6:06, 6:12, 1:19
No trainwreck, just a good lobster in a pot slowly realizing his fate.
Thanks to Kiera and the family for putting up with my nonsense, and thanks to Mystery Coach for guiding it. Thanks to you for reading it and for all the support.