This might be my shortest race recap ever 🙂
It was nice weather for a June race, 68 degrees & overcast at the start. My boyfriend (S) and I got there early to beat the traffic and got to see a beautiful sunrise over Druid Lake as a reward.
Based on recent race times, I knew I was capable of running a 10 mile PR, but I had only really trained for 3 weeks for this, after taking 3 weeks easy after Boston. That, and I knew this course was ridiculously hilly in the second half, so I was doubting my PR chances before I toed the line.
I tucked in with the 1:15 pacers and told myself to stay with them for as long as possible, and if I felt strong, leave them at mile 7.
The first 5 miles were pretty easy, mostly rolling downhills, and the pace didn’t feel too hard. But it wasn’t comfortable either. At the the start, the pacers said they’d be running even 7:30 splits and I thought that sounded easy. I mean my half marathon pace is faster than that, and many of my tempo runs while preparing for Boston were around a 7:15 pace.
But my legs just didn’t feel speedy. I felt like I’d lost so much after Boston, and there was no way I could get back to were I was in 3 short weeks.
So I stuck with the pacers for most of the race, all the way through to mile 8.5. Then I slowly started drifting ahead, but I didn’t feel like I could kick it in either. I was thanking my lucky stars that it was partly cloudy and there was a nice breeze over the last few miles.
I passed Sammy coming into mile 9, but was too tired to say much to her other than hello.
For the final mile, I approached a guy who I have to thank for the way I finished. I mentally wasn’t feeling it, though I probably could’ve pushed harder. I wasn’t hurting the way I normally am at races where I give my all. He said “don’t leave me! You can stick with me!” anytime I drifted back. So I stuck with him though I knew I wasn’t running a strong race. When we had maybe .15 miles left, we came up behind a guy in a blue shirt and he said “you can catch him, do it!” So I pushed a little harder and he went with me. We passed the guy and blue and came into the finish together at 1:14:35.
I didn’t catch his name, but afterwards we exchanged a sweaty hug and words of thanks before I made my way through the finisher’s chute. I grabbed an ice cold towel and draped it around my neck, snagged a banana, and ran into Sammy on my way to meet S.
The band wasn’t bad, but I found it funny that the singer kept congratulating everyone on their 10K race. Then somebody would correct him, and next time he mentioned the race it was a 10 miler. Then he’d go back to calling it a 10K. Poor guy couldn’t get it straight.
So I squeaked out a 5 second PR, but didn’t really feel like celebrating. I know I should.
- My previous PR was run in crappy conditions- on snow and ice – but, it was flat as a pancake. So now my current PR is on a hilly course.
- My PRs are usually run when it’s between 40 – 60 degrees. Not nearly 70.
- Again, I didn’t train for months for this race like I did Boston. I took plenty of time off, then squeezed what I could into 3 short weeks of training.
I think I can’t shake the post race blues this time because I didn’t give the race my all. I could have run faster towards the end, I could have left the pace group behind earlier, but I didn’t. Mentally, I just wasn’t there.
I will say though, next time I sign up for a 10 miler, I’ll be focusing on it for more than 3 weeks. I’m ready for a big PR.
The question is…when will I do it?