My biggest running slump since 1999 hit mid-May and finally ended today at the Continental Airlines Fifth Avenue Mile.
For longer races, I usually have a race strategy. I know what kind of pace to average. I know how to start, how to finish and how to navigate the crowd.
Today, I had no idea what to expect. I haven’t ran a mile for time in years (which I guess is a confession to not really doing speed work).
The Husband, who ran a 4:35 mile in college gave me this race strategy.
- 1st 400 meters: Run at 85% effort
- 2nd 400 meters: Back off to 75-80% effort (catch your breath for a second)
- 3rd 400 meters: Haul Ass
- Final 400 meters: Push through the pain
- 1st 400 meters: Umm, I’m too far back in the pack… oh, wait there’s the first 1/4 mile marker… and I can see the lead truck
- 2nd 400 meters: Catch that girl in the pink, oh and that one in the grey shirt too.
- 3rd 400 meters: RUNNNN FASSSTERR!!!!
- Final 400 meters: CRANK IT!!! But, wait what does that clock say and why didn’t that girl I just pass turn on the heat?
Finish Time: 6:06
I have no idea how that happened.