Our friend of the store, coach, and author Dave Griffin shared with us with a new essay. Enjoy!
Bachman Valley Half
I stood on the starting line of the October 1987 Bachman Valley Half Marathon seeking affirmation.
The race was in my hometown, but I didn’t know much about the runners standing next to me on the starting line. Even worse, I didn’t know what to expect from myself.
I had been injured for most of 1986. The early months of 1987 involved a gradual return to running. When I finally transitioned to normal training, progress was slow.
My race results over the summer we unimpressive, a far cry from my pre-injury performances, and I was beginning to question whether I could ever get back to my peak racing fitness.
Bachman Valley began like all half marathons, running at a pace that feels comfortable in the early miles. Some runners in the lead pack should have started more conservatively, and they dropped off soon enough. By the time we reached the middle miles, there were just a few of us running together.