Notes
New Bedford half marathon. Rob and I found each other at the start and were able to work together through the first 8 miles or so. I felt pretty good and we had a good pace going. We were with a pretty solid pack too and were able to move up slowly as the race progressed.
I started to lose Rob I think somewhere between 8 or 9 miles. I didn't fall back by that much so he was still pretty close at that time. But that all changed once we made the U-turn and headed back the other direction along the coast.
The wind was fucking terrible. Turned the corner, and it was blowing 100% directly at me. I am not exaggerating when I say the wind was easily between 30 and 40 mph STEADY. Not gusts, not sometimes, 100% of the fucking time. It was a fucking wall. I had no one to block the wind by that time so it was just 2 miles of unrelenting shit. If you couldn't tell by the drop in my pace it was fucking ridiculous.
It finally started to stop blowing 100% of the time and only blew ~75% of the time. Well, it was ridiculous 75% of the time, and bad the rest of the time. I never recovered and it was a struggle just to finish. I got a little faster for the last quarter mile I guess, once we changed direction again. But that was just a miserable, miserable last 4 miles.
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