What do you do when you’ve got junk in your lungs? Apparently you race your way to a new PR! Yeah, that’s what my brother told me after the race. He had a point though. I really wasn’t prepared to run this race, much less run this race fast for a PR. I joked that I might have to think about getting sick a week before every race if I’m going to run this well so soon after recovery…Haha! So before I delve into the race specifics let my recap my running week for you so you get an idea of where I’m coming from.
Monday – Deathly ill…I’m talking full-on, high fever, do-nothing-but-sleep kind of sick. Obviously there was no running on the agenda.
Tuesday – Felt a little better…wasn’t up to tempo work so I just did 6 miles around the park at slower than recovery pace.
Wednesday – Turning the corner, but worked all morning, afternoon, and night. So again, no running.
Thursday – I was still sneezy and coughy, but finally felt good enough to attack a scheduled speedwork session. But 8x800s turned into 6x800s and a few seconds on average slower for each set too. I jogged a few more miles to finish up 10 miles for the day.
Friday – I got up early and beat the sun for a recovery 6 miler. I neglected the Garmin and went totally by effort. After I was done, I found surprisingly that my average pace was even slower than the 6 miles I did earlier in the week when I was sick!
As you can see, there was a lack of any stellar running all week or even a suggestion that I would race well today. But since this was not just another 4 mile race, but a club points race as well, I felt I had a certain internal obligation to run and see what I could do. Still, I was afraid I would be somewhat hampered by my physical ailment to race well. So last night, when I was still spewing out phlegm and coughing intermittently, I posted an ad on Facebook asking if anyone knew where I could buy/borrow a new set of lungs for this race. Unfortunately, but there were no takers. Sigh!
That’s why I arrived this morning at the race start in Central Park a bit uneasy and unsure how I would do in this race. Earlier in the morning, I had told my brother who was traveling with me to this race that my only goal today was to average sub-6 min pace and break 24:00. Given that my previous best at 4 miles was 5:54 min/mi pace and I had run 5:53 min/mi for a 5K earlier this year, I felt anything with a 5 as an average pace would be the best I could hope for today. We dropped off our bags, did a few short warmup sprints and got to our respective corrals a few minutes before the start of the race. After a few short announcements and a cool rendition of the national anthem, the starting horn sounded and we were off!
I started my race with a conservative game plan. In my mind, I wasn’t running for any spectacular time so there was no need to run so hard or race so fast out of the gate. I shrewdly allowed my faster neighbors to go ahead of me as I took my time to find my own space and establish my own pace for the opening mile. It was sunny but not excessively warm so I knew that as long as I gauged my effort wisely and not expend too much energy fighting the hills, I should be able to avoid severe bonking or dehydration at the final mile. With that thought in my head, I ran up and over Cat Hill with as conservative effort as I can. I recognize a few Flyer, friends and several others I recognize from previous races as I ran but I fought the urge to overtake them so early. I was here to run my own race, not theirs so as long as I hold myself together without being overzealous, things should sort themselves out.
I crossed mile 1 in 5:48 and was pleasantly surprised that a conservative effort over Cat Hill still produced a faster-than-interval-pace first mile. Since I was running well without any pain or extraordinary effort, I was able to maintain a similar effort on the second mile. I passed by a couple of Flyers who had flown past me out of the gate early as I found a comfortable zone just running by perceived effort. I figured I must have slowed down some after running such a fast mile 1 so imagine my surprise when I rounded the corner onto the 102nd Street Transverse and passed mile 2 in 5:46. Wow! I had never strunk together 2 sub 5:50 miles before. Although I knew I had the troublesome west side hills waiting for me at mile 3, I began to realize that a PR was not out of the realm of possibility as long as I do not crumble significantly down the stretch. I gave myself a pep talk to be patient and slow down if necessary before rounding the corner and bracing myself for the battle ahead.
I ran the 3 sets of rollers and hills as gingerly as I could. I gave up worrying about my pace and focused instead on maintaining a consistent effort on the inclines. I was willing to slow down a bit but it really wasn’t necessary as the work I did in the previous miles allowed me to dial in to a constant effort quite easily. Although it was no walk in the park, mile 3 didn’t really kill my race as much as I feared. Even as I struggled climbing the hills, I found myself passing many many runners that had passed me earlier in the race. I even saw Baker towards the end of the third mile and he gave me a hearty cheer as I ran by. I passed the mile 3 marker in 6:05 and knew that one last downhill mile was the only thing separate me from a new PR! I tried surging slightly on this panultimate mile but my legs were tired after tackling all the hills and they had trouble even just maintaining the high effort. I started counting down the tenths of mile after the halfway point when I felt everyone around me picking up their pace ever so slightly. I was passed by a few runners but for the most part kept my place in the queue pretty well. One final turn around the Daniel Webster status, up another incline, a full on sprint and I was DONE! I crossed the line in 23:29 for a 5:50 final mile, a 23:29 finishing time, and a 7 second PR. Wow…did that just happen? Yes it did. It really did.
Thanks to all who cheered me on today, whether physically or virtually. I felt the support and the encouragement throughout the race. Perhaps that’s what got me through today. On a day that I was feeling less than the very best, I was able to race 4 miles “conservatively hard” for a PR! Now if I could only channel that energy and run all my races the same way, I’m sure there’ll be a few more PRs waiting for me before the summer is said and done. As for how and why I PR’d today, I’m still at a loss to explain things completely. I’m ready to just chalk it up to a good effort on a good race day if you are.
Race Statistics
Weather – Temp 80F, Humid 60%, Sunny, Wind SE 4.4MPH
Official Time – 23:29 (5:52 min/mi) – PR by 7 seconds!
Mile Splits – 5:48, 5:46, 6:05, 5:50
Overall Place – 163/5292
Age Group Place – 20/467
Age Graded – 73.3%
NY Flyers Place – 2nd Place
10 Responses to “Race Report from Central Park 4M Conservancy Run”





Well done Lam! Holy smokes that is fast! As in like that’s only a minute slower than my fastest 5k! You are amazing! Congrats and I hope you are finally feeling back to yourself after being a sicky all last week!
Thanks Redhead! Sickly was so not fun…so I’m glad I’m feeling well enough to run and race. Hope you’re well too!
Wow, good job especially in 80 degrees. I fondly remember my sub 6.30 min. miles. I never cracked 6 mins.
Thanks! Yes, I never imagine I’d break the 6min barrier either. Just 2 years ago, my PR at 4 miles was 6:09 min/mi.
My oh my, how things have changed. Thanks for dropping by.
Maybe being sick was a blessing in disguise…forced taper for the race?
Anyway, great job-and I’m sure that PR will go down even more the next time you race 4!
Not sure what the deal was with PRing while sick…defies all logic I think.
Another race, another PR – you are on a roll! That race must have had some insanely fast runners in it, to run sub 6 min miles and only end up getting 163rd.
Thanks Nelly! Yeah, the summer of speed is finally kicking in
First, congrats! You never cease to amaze me
second, I’m with LK. I think that being sick forced you to rest and gave your body a chance to recover. Imagine how you’d do if you weren’t sick on race day.
Thanks AG…you inspire me in your own way too!
I am not going to think about what would have happened if i wasn’t sick.
It’s too much for my brain to fathom. Onto the next one