Making peace with easy
Did you ever have one of those days where everything went toowell? You know, the kind of days which make you suspicious and wonder if the gods are screwing with your head?
Welcome to Saturday, the day before race day.
It started with a contemplation of whether I wanted to go to the 5K. I certainly wanted to cheer on posse member Paula, who was running her first race in nearly two years after battling injury. And, I felt like the 5K was part of the entire race weekend experience. Plus, I had to run 15 minutes anyway, so why not do that at the 5K?
I ran alongside the race and went out at a nice, easy pace -- above a jog but slightly below how I would normally think of starting out a race. I'm still learning what different paces feel like, so I figured this would give me a good measure of how I felt and a judge of time and distance. I figured I was probably running a 10:20 mile pace, but wouldn't be surprised if it was slower.
When I got to the mile marker I wanted to scream in joy.
I ran that first mile in 9:51. And it felt ridiculously easy.
This is what a year of consistent training can do.
I ran for about 17 minutes until I hit the halfway point along with the 5Kers.
I walked the rest (much to the delight of travel posse member Herm, who wanted me to stick to the preparation plan I had from my coach) but frankly, walking was difficult. I felt so good I wanted to keep running. I could have run that pace forever.
But then again, forever was coming on Sunday, so it's best to save it.
Back at the hotel, the rest of the morning and afternoon were spent napping and resting and off our feet.
We decided to eat dinner early and found an Italian restaurant called Perricone's Marketplace. The menu on line looked good and reasonably priced so we called to see if they could accommodate a party of four at 4:30.
"Sure, come down. We can take care of you," the guy on the phone said.
Not wanting to walk too much, we tried our hand at the free "Metro Mover" to get us over to 10th Street, where the restaurant was. (Think "Metro Rail" only this circles downtown instead of only running in a straight line.) The public transportation was easy to figure out. We got off the tram but had no idea which way was 10th Street or where exactly on 10th Street Perricone's was located.
We turned right and there, at the corner .... was the restaurant.
That really was too easy.
We went in and found the gentleman we spoke to on the phone. He asked if we wanted to sit outside or inside and I, of course, said that since back home in Buffalo it was only 15 degrees, we'd take advantage of being able to eat outside.
"Where in Buffalo do you live?" he asked.
We rattled off our Buffalo and Western New York locations.
Turns out, he went to Lafayette High School. In fact, his mother still lives in North Buffalo.
Yes, we in Buffalo can play the "it's a small world" game all day long.
Our pasta meals were great and rightly portioned. This is important as I tend to eat whatever is put in front of me. If I were a guppy, I would explode.
The Metro Mover ride back was even simpler than the ride out and back at the hotel it was more rest in preparation for half marathon day.
Indeed, Saturday felt like things were just too easy.
But instead of over thinking, I'm going to take it just another good omen.
It was easy because I put in the work.
I planned for this trip since September. I saved my money so I could afford the race and the destination. I found great running friends to travel with who compliment me, have great ideas and make the journey go smoother and with more fun.
Most importantly for Sunday, I put in the training to run a great race.
I will take the good omens, enjoy the day, run based on feel and know that the results will take care of itself.
It's all about enjoying the moment and seeing just what it is I'm able to do in 13.1 miles


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