The Unexpected PR


The Old PR

In 2015 I ran my 2nd marathon. It was the A1A marathon. I was very nervous because my first full was in a time of 4:08 and I didn't know how this one would go. The weather was in my favor with it being 45 degrees. Because of that, I felt too good and went out way too fast. By mile 16 I was forced to take walk breaks almost every 3 to 4 minutes because my legs were dead and I was cramping from pushing myself too hard. Despite the slower ending, I managed a PR of 3:44:21. No matter how I trained after that, the 3 marathons I attempted after A1A were never even close with times of 4:01, 4:18 and 3:56. Little did I know something unexpected was going to come eventually; even after basically giving up on that goal.


Chasing A 20 Minute 5K PR

As I gave up on breaking my marathon time and realizing I was pretty fast in 5K's, I decided to aim for breaking 20 minutes. I was racing like a mad man in December of 2017, trying so hard to get a PR, but also knowing if I could break 20 minutes, it would guarantee that goal as well. After multiple attempts, the weekend before Christmas, I ran a PR of 20:06 and knew that some faster races were coming up and I'd have a great chance. Then the dreaded day came. I was ready for our local 5K where I felt great and almost assured I'd break 20 minutes but a couple of days before the race I tweaked my back. How could this happen? I hadn't had back spasms in over 4 years. Running had cured them. It started to heal over the following days and I was confident that I could still race but the night before the race they came back and this time they were even worse. I was so disappointed that what I felt was my best chance had now been ruined over something I couldn't control. I decided to stay positive and believe that this happened for a reason; and that reason was about to reveal itself.

50 Miler?

In mid January I decided to challenge myself and find a 50 miler to attempt. In 2017 I ran my first ultra marathon, running 33 miles in just under the 6 hour cutoff. As always I wanted to see if I could do more so I found a race in March and signed up. Knowing that training for something like this would also build up more strength and endurance to push myself in the 20 minute 5K attempts, I was encouraged. I was averaging 20 to 25 miles a week before signing up for this race. Since then, I've been averaging 40 to 50 a week. It was tough at first but when I finally incorporated foam rolling daily and a small protein, turmeric and milk drink every night, I noticed my body responding well to the higher training demand. After being forced to basically take a week off because of the back spasms, I had the opportunity to gain back some mileage by running the A1A marathon. Since I needed a long run, I figured I would pace myself and use this as a training run for the 50 miler, and not run it like a true race. The weather was going to be a lot warmer than when I ran it in 2015 so I knew that would help me stop myself from trying to PR again. I also wanted to take it easy to make sure I wouldn't re-injure my back.

Race Day

I crossed the start line and let my body run by feel for the first 2 to 3 miles. I noticed I was running a little over 8 minute miles and it was worrying me for the long run because that was putting me at a pace to actually PR but in the moment I felt great and figured I'd slow down soon enough. I knew I wasn't pushing myself like 2015 but I was still nervous and awaiting that dreadful wall where it was going to become a suffer fest. As always I would distract myself from the boredom I tend to experience in long runs by doing the timing calculations in my head of how this could end depending on different scenarios. One by one the miles were falling and I was still feeling good.


By the time I got to the 16 mile mark where it all fell apart in 2015, I realized I was still feeling very consistent and strong. I knew I was still on pace for a PR somehow but was trying not to let that take me out of my zone and force something stupid. No matter who passed me or who I passed, I kept telling myself to stick to the pace because it was perfect. Not too fast and not too slow. By mile 23 I knew that if I could just keep the pace going and even slowed down just a little that I could actually freaking PR. My race plan was working perfectly as far as pacing, hydrating, and dumping water on me every chance I got to keep my body temperature down.