Wednesday, February 12, 2014

An Open Letter to Pace Charming


Dear Pace Charming,

I alluded to this in our Tinker Bell Half Marathon recap, but I wanted to tell you formally: you saved me.

When I first saw you in corral B, I knew vaguely that you were important, in the universal sense. I knew that I could tell how well I was doing, based on whether you were ahead of me or behind me. I thought your sign was funny, so I took a picture. But I had no idea how vital you would be for my time.

I pulled ahead of you at the start of the race, and, despite a rough start, by the time I hit Disney's California Adventure I was feeling good. The miles through the parks passed quickly and happily.

Yet once I exited Disneyland and hit the streets of Anaheim, I was dragging. I found myself under-stimulated by the scenery. I walked through every water stop and started up again only with great mental effort and the knowledge that Moon was ahead of me and I could not lose sight of her because if she was still going then I was too.

So. Moon was my rabbit. You were my kick from behind.

First, around mile eleven, I saw you next to me. I realized two things:

  1. If the 2:15 pacer was next to me, I was in danger of dropping behind that pace.
  2. I was actually on pace for 2:15. OR FASTER, if I could just speed up.

I surged forward and left you behind.

But it was still not my race, and after a while I began to flag again. Then I heard you behind me, somewhere ahead of mile thirteen. You were calling out motivational things to your clustered group of followers: "We're almost there! You can do it!" Better things than that I'm sure; I don't quite remember. Yet as we passed by the thirteen mile marker and the finish line came into view I knew that if I could just keep it up for .1 more miles I would finish ahead.

My official time was 2:14:39.

Pace Charming, you pushed me into a finish ahead of 2:15. But also, just generally, you pushed me into a finish much faster than I would ever have accomplished otherwise. If you hadn't been there to let me know exactly where I stood in the race - if you hadn't been there to give me a clear point against which to measure myself - if I hadn't know that the moment you passed me was the moment I gave up and accepted that today I would be slower - I almost certainly would have eased up. I might've even walked for a bit.

But you were there.

You were a wall.

I ran to beat you.

Thanks.

Love,

Jenn

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2 comments:

  1. Pacers can definitely be a benefit to runners! You made a great time by the way!

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