PR! PR! PR!TL;DR? This post can be summarized with "I GOT MY FIRST PR SINCE 2008!"
Past the excitement of this statement, underlies a large amount of elements coming together unexpectedly to me getting a PR on a race I only expected to treat as a "B" race. And honestly, there's no way that this would have happened without my training for Big Sur, my half marathon the weekend prior, and encouragement from Mai Tran, a karateka friend.
The RaceI don't need to talk about Shamrock'n... again. The race is one that I've run every year except the last, and that's only because I was living in London and not Sacramento. It was my first race, it's the race I've done even in years when I'm not running, and it's a race that I hope to continue for many years to come. It's close to home, a fun course, big enough to have a lot of energy, and yet not Disneyland or Nike big. Half marathons are still the perfect distance for me; I don't need to train much if I don't want to, yet I can still pull off a great run if I put a month or two of work in.
Thus, coming into the race this year, it's not that Shamrock'n was a goal race, that's Big Sur. Neither of my BSIM training partners, Harry or Joy, were running it with me, but there is never a year when I don't run into folk form STC, TBF, work, or other places that helps add to the fun of the race for me, and this year was no exception. I had been looking out for a few people that I knew were running the race, but beyond one coworker, I was at the start line before I found any of the key individuals, and that was Mai. Mai had invited me to go on a couple of training runs with her this season, but as she is an early morning runner, versus my preference for lunch time, I never did run with her. Yet once I hit the corral, I found her getting ready to start.
What happened next was not what I expected. By mile three, our pace had picked up to 7:24, and I was still feeling pretty good. Mai began to flag a bit (and I do mean just a bit), and so at that point, I had the choice of slowing down from what I was doing, or going on at what could be a PR pace for me. I bid Mai farewell in mile three, and kept going strong. We had started about behind the 1:45 pacing group, and had caught up with them by then, but I decided to keep up the pace I was making and to keep running.
Thus, a little early encouragement, an attitude of yes I can, and a group to run alongside and pace myself with brought me to a new PR just ahead of my big race. Woot!