- Jen Farmer
- Oct 25, 2021
- 5 min read
Updated: Oct 26, 2021
Well I don't feel like I've done many racing recaps this year. My body has thrown a few curveballs at me recently-meaning structured races needed to be kept to a minimum for 2021. After tackling two 50 milers in June & July, my focus shifted towards finding some speed in hopes of a sub 3:00 at the Colorado marathon in October. Although I continued to battle a moody achilles throughout August and September I was able to string together a handful of solid workouts, long runs, and time trials...to a point I thought sub 3 may actually happen.

The fitness felt like it was there. I was able to run a 1:27 half which "should" equate to a sub 3:00 marathon. I was nervous but hopeful. I knew the one thing holding me back from that goal would be my achilles, if it chose to have an off day (and yes my heel apparently has mood swings). I did everything I could to keep it calm leading into the race, but it's always a gamble as to if it'll hold up. But hey, you gotta shoot your shot right?

The training was complete. Now all I needed to do was execute the goal. Run smart, conservative, and strong. I have a history of going out too fast so the goal was to stay calm and in control of my form and breathing. Could I do it?

My parents and Kal were so sweet to make the drive up with me the night before and we had a nice dinner in Ft. Collins for my mom's birthday. My Dad, a successful college athlete who still competes in golf tournaments to this day, provided some words of wisdom to carry into the morning. My Dad is a man of few words but always words worth listening to. I remember sitting at the dinner table as kids (a dinner table with 4 chatty girls), and my Dad would sit quietly but when he had something to say we all listened up.

Because the course is point to point, the race drives everyone up a canyon to the start line. The only downside is they have everyone at the start line 45 minutes early. It was windy and cold so I did my best to stay warm and not tense up before the start. About 10 minutes before the start I did a quick 5 minute warmup with strides to loosen up the achilles and shake off those nerves.

5-4-3-2-1 and we were off! I quickly settled into my pace and assessed how things were feeling. Breathing-good. Legs-good. Nerves-good. Achilles-ok. My pace was a bit faster than the goal pace but it was coming easy and relaxed so I was okay with the decision to keep it there while reminding myself to pull it back to the goal pace if things got labored too early on. I found myself in first female position which I was actually not thrilled about. Sounds silly, but my goal really was to just focus on my own race and not get caught up in the nerves of keeping first which can be a slippery slope if you're leading out of the gate. There was a race volunteer riding by me for the first 7 or so miles who apparently was supposed to ride with the first female. I kept thinking who is this person and why won't she leave me alone! Clearly they don't have pacers like that in ultras lol. I felt pretty stupid once I figured it out.

Around mile 8 or so a girl from the Air Force came by-tucked behind 4 or 5 other male Air Force runners. They were holding around 6:25-6:30 which was faster than I thought wise at that point so I kept my 6:40 pace hoping that maybe they'd come back to me as the race went on. I was actually happy she passed. I would rather do the chasing than be the one chased. I lost my biker friend though:)

Unfortunately I had to make a pit stop at mile 15 and that's when things started to go south. I was in and out within 20 seconds or so but once I picked the pace back up things just didn't feel right. I've noticed in training that once I stop, even for a short moment, my Achilles has a hard time starting again. Maybe it's mental, maybe it's physical, maybe it's a mix of both, but from mile 15 on I couldn't get my form right. When the achilles pain comes I'm not able to put my whole foot on the ground and have to avoid the heel having any sort of ground contact which makes it extremely difficult to keep up any pace at all. Even slow paces feel like I'm working hard as well as my opposite hip starts to overwork. I dropped my pace back about 10 seconds slower than goal for a mile or so then realized I just needed to run as hard as I could instead of focus on trying to hit the pace. In hindsight it's so easy to think why didn't you just push harder, but I have to be confident in knowing I gave everything I had in the moment. It's one thing to push through the increased fatigue at later stages of a race and another pushing through an injury pain.
I could see the goal quickly slipping and when I knew it was gone I felt an ache deep inside. I was so sure it was going to happen. Even at the beginning I was confident with how things felt. As I crossed the finish line I was greeted by my smiling parents and husband who always have a hug and encouraging word despite my finish time. I had given it all I could and at the end of the day that's all you can ask.
The race went by so fast! I utilized my 4 mile strategy at mile 22 and before I knew it the finish line was there. As soon as I crossed I thought, "I want to do it again". I was ready mentally and physically and on any other day perhaps my body would have been on board. I took the rest of the afternoon to be upset but decided to sit down that evening and write some thoughts about how I was feeling...
“What if I fall? But, oh my darling what if you fly!”- Erin Hanson
Well sometimes you don’t fly. Sometimes you fall. You fall short of your goals. You fall from what you know you can achieve.
And it hurts. It hurts your pride, (with long distance running it hurts your body), and at times it even takes a mental toll. Why do you keep trying? Why do you put in all these stupid miles? Get up early, cram in doubles, go to the track. When it’s dark, cold, (and if you live in Colorado, most likely windy). Why not just give up?
It’s simple. This is who you are. You set big goals. You run abnormal amounts. You train your legs, heart, and mind to their limit because at the end of the day it makes you happy. You put your dreams out there…and you wouldn’t have it any other way. This is who you are. It makes you feel alive. It gives you a smile. It gives you a purpose and a dream. It keeps you guessing. It gives you joy (other than the days like today where it makes you cry). It gives life to your lungs. It teaches you lessons. It builds you up. It tears you down. It’s made you into the person you are. A person you’re proud of…even on days when it’s oh so hard to be proud. It’s you. It’s running. It’s the marathon.
3:12. I’ll be back.

Less than 48 hours and I already have the desire and excitement to get back out there. After a bit of rest that I know my body needs that's exactly what I'll do. Thanks to my husband and family who have an endless amount of support and encouragement for my crazy dreams and my coach who pushes me to dream big:)