This morning, in beautiful Fort Worth, Texas (my hometown for the past 16 years), I did my 21st footrace since Labor Day and my 147th overall. The sky was clear and the temperature was good for distance running, but the wind was vicious. The wind-chill factor had to be in the 20s (degrees Fahrenheit). I know that won't sound cold for many of you, but it's downright frigid for those of us who've lived in Texas for many years. I dreaded leaving the warmth of my car, which was parked in a multi-story garage about four blocks from the starting line.
It was so cold as we stood waiting that the woman next to me yelled, "Body heat!" To my surprise, she pulled me and another runner (a woman) to her side, so that our bodies were touching. I laughed, but the body heat felt good. I joked about the band Three Dog Night, which took its name from the practice (in the Australian outback) of sleeping with one's dogs on cold nights. The scene in downtown Fort Worth was spectacular. There we were, 17,000 runners strong, dwarfed by tall shimmering buildings, with spectators lining both sides of the street, the sky a gorgeous blue (reminding me of my former home, Tucson). You can't capture a scene like that with a camera, so I made a mental snapshot for later viewing.
I resume cycling next week, so this would be my final footrace until Labor Day. (I will continue running, obviously, just not racing.) My goal was to have fun, if that's possible in a 13.1-mile race. Finally, after shivering for 20 minutes, jumping up and down, rubbing my legs, and cuddling the woman next to me (she started it!), the gun sounded (at 7:30) and we were off. It was a chip-timed event, which meant I would get an accurate time. I turned my stopwatch on anyway, so I would have splits along the way. I forgot to mention that there were pacers in the crowd. My best half marathon time this season (of three previous races) was 1:39:08.48, so I lined up with the man who carried a "1:40" sign. I knew that I'd have a good finishing time if I could stay with him. Someone asked him whether he would run a steady pace. He said yes. That may seem like a silly question, but it's not. There are different ways to run a 1:40 half marathon. One way is to go out fast and let one's speed taper near the end. Most people (including me) fade. But the pacer said his plan was to stay at a 7:37 mile pace. I liked that idea, since sometimes I go out too fast and pay for it later.
I mentioned 17,000 runners. That was the announced total for all events: an ultra marathon (31.068 miles), a marathon (26.21875 miles), a half marathon (13.109375 miles), a 10K (6.214 miles), an adult 5K (3.107 miles), and a kids' 5K. The announcer said that there were 4,100 half marathoners registered. I estimated that I'd finish in the top 5%, despite not having trained properly. My longest run in three weeks was 4.3 miles. That's less than a third the distance I was about to run. Other runners, I assumed, had trained properly.
The first couple of miles were into the teeth of the north wind. Part of the course was downhill, out of the city center, which compensated for it. Eventually, we turned left and escaped the force of the wind, but the course had many turns, so we had either a headwind, a tailwind, or a crosswind at any given point. I haven't done an event at the Cowtown Marathon in 10 years (I ran marathons there in 1997, 1998, and 1999), so I had forgotten how hilly it is in comparison with the courses in Dallas. There were many small hills, and even a couple of big ones. The pacer, John, kept it steady, just as he promised. I ran alongside him (mostly to his left) the entire way, talking every now and then. He said he's 22 years old. He looked older. I told him I'm 51. He was supposed to get rid of the sign he was carrying after a couple of miles, but he carried it the entire way. It didn't weigh much, but the wind played havoc with it. His right arm must have been tired by the finish.
I thought there would be a crowd around John, but he and I were pretty much alone in the second half. Other runners would run with us for a while and either surge ahead or fall back. Two young women finished with us. At mile 11, my left hip started to ache. I decided to run through it. By the time I finished, it had all but gone away. It's fine. I noticed that with 100 yards or so to go, John eased up. He had a time sheet wrapped around his right wrist, which he checked at each mile marker. We must have been ahead of schedule. I wanted to finish with him rather than sprint, so I ran in place for a few seconds until he caught up. During this time, several runners went past me. Had I not tried to finish with John, I would have run faster during the final half mile and finished a minute or more faster than I did. Also, I would have been six or eight places higher in the overall standings. As I crossed the finish line in downtown Fort Worth, with thousands of people cheering, I turned, pointed to John, and applauded. He did a great job. My chip time was 1:39:36. John brought us in with 24 seconds to spare. I shook his hand, thanked him, and hustled to my car for warm clothing. I was freezing. During the race, I was fine, but as soon as I stopped, the wind began to bite. By 10:00, I was home, walking Shelbie on the nearby school grounds. After showering and eating soup and crackers, I spent an hour reading in my back yard with my back up against the house. What a beautiful day it was!
My mile paces during the four half marathons I did this season were 7:49.32 (2 November), 7:47.16 (14 December), 7:33.75 (7 February), and 7:35.85 (28 February). The first three were done in the heat, but the fourth had cold wind and hills, which made it just as hard (if not harder). I'm happy with today's performance. John and I ran 13 consecutive 7:36 miles (give or take 10 seconds). We were metronomes. Overall, I finished 233d of 3,678, which is the top 6.3%. I was 196th of 1,892 males (top 10.3%) and 12th of 153 (top 7.8%) in my age group (men 50-54). I take it that roughly 400 people who registered for the half marathon didn't finish (or didn't show up to race), because the announcer said that 4,100 people had registered.
I should add that the Cowtown Marathon was superbly organized. I was worried about traffic jams, with so many people trying to get into the heart of the city. I had a terrible experience with a traffic jam at the Dallas White Rock Marathon on 14 December. There were no jams today. I drove directly into the city, pulled into a parking garage, parked my car (10.4 miles from my house), walked to the registration area, stood in line for less than five minutes to get my bib number, and headed back to my car to prepare. It was well worth the $75 fee. (It would have been cheaper had I registered in advance.) Parking, by the way, was free. I think it was $10 in Dallas. If I had to rate my overall experience on a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being highest, it was 3 in Dallas and 10 in Fort Worth. I'm proud to live in Cowtown.
Addendum: Did I mention that, having burned off 1,442 calories during the race (110 calories per mile, whatever the speed), I get to eat a little more today? And you wonder why I run.
Addendum 2: The average wind speed for the day (28 February) was 24.2 miles per hour. I count a day as windy if the average wind speed is 10 miles per hour! The maximum wind speed was 35 miles per hour.