Yesterday was the One-America Indianapolis Mini-Marathon. I had been hoping to set a personal record, and from my training seemed well on pace. I ended up being a couple of minutes short. We’ll have to see what the doctor says is actually wrong with my ankle, but the time I did set was slowed considerably by my running the last 5k+ with kind of a limping shuffle. I had a bit of an ankle pain — nothing really too notable — when I started. I chalked it up to the aches and pains of training. In fact, I felt really good as I got to the track. I entered the track just as a great song came along on my iPod (“Red Banner Rockers” by Randy — a song the majority of you probably haven’t heard of), and I started picking up my pace. But, by the time I left the track, my ankle was really giving me problems. By mile 9, I knew something was pretty wrong, but determination sometimes outweighs good sense, so I went ahead and finished the race. Now I’m gimping along. My in-laws had some crutches in the garage, so that will help me keep pace with the family as we pack up and head home. Poor Amy is no doubt having flashbacks to 5 years ago when I broke my knee skiing. I’m not terribly demanding when I’m all gimped up, but I’m not very useful in assisting with the children, so Amy considers it a taste of single-motherhood, a role she doesn’t much care for.
Aside from my injury and idiocy, the race itself was very well done. The organization is impeccable. The weather, against all odds, cooperated nicely — a bit overcast and cool, but no rain. Amy ran a good time. A friend of ours ran with Amy — using this half-marathon as her very first race, having only run 8 miles in the past and being a mere 7 months out from having had her most recent child. Some friends of ours came down from Cleveland and ran. One of them runs a lot of half-marathons and offered the opinion that this is the best or among the best of the races she has run. There are a lot of bands and other road-side entertainment and a lot of folks come out to cheer. One minor complaint I have, I suppose, is that a lot of the walkers seem to start pretty far up in the corrals. I’m not terribly fast, and started in the back of the pack, and there were 35,000+ participants, so I expect to deal with a fair amount of passing. But, it seemed like I was passing walkers well into the race. This isn’t a bother with one or two together, but when they start walking four abreast, it gets tough to get past.
So, hopefully I haven’t injured myself too badly. I’ll probably take a month or two off running, and then maybe I can get back in shape by next year to post a better time.