Samantha, Me, Christina
(for the record, Robin D ran and hid so that she would miss the photo)
The plan for the day - PR. Here's where I should say that 10k is my LEAST favorite distance. 5ks are downright painful at puke pace, but they are over in less than 30 minutes. Half marathons are at a pace that is hard, but comfortably sustainable over a distance. A 10k... the pace is puke-a-rific *and* you have to maintain it for almost a full hour. No thank you. But regardless, I still signed up for the 10k. Also important to note that I *just* PR'd at the 10k distance a month and a half ago with a 57:12 - down over 2 minutes from my January time.
Anyhow, it was time to endure the pain, so we lined up at the start, and we were off. It was a small race, so I expected to stay somewhat towards the upper-middle portion of the pack... but noooooo... the second the gun went off, people BLAZED past me. I looked at my Garmin and saw 7s and thought "no way". I reminded myself that I'd pick them off when they all passed out at mile 2.
Mile 1 - 8:31
For the record, my fastest mile clocked EVER. (No, I've never done a magic mile. My fastest mile was during a 5k and clocked in at 8:34.) So two things go through my head at this point "oh my goodness, that felt great, can I hold this?" and "oh crap!!! I just started way too fast." I wasn't sure which one was the truth at this point.
Mile 2 - 8:49
There's my answer... the second one was the truth... I started way too fast. Oops. So far the course has been relatively flat, and the temperature has felt awesome. But then we start to enter some hills.
Mile 3 - 8:59
Oh dear, I'm losing it already. My pace is slipping... I want to puke. I see Robin zip by - the second female. I want to walk... And then what is THAT? The hill of death right before the turn around (which was at 3.8)... I couldn't breath. My lungs were burning. Ugh... After the turn around, I see Christina and Samantha. I can't even tell you if they looked strong or not because I was literally on the verge of hallucinations! Then I see Libby. Again I wave, but all I can think about was how my lungs hurt and how heavy my legs are. Usually my lungs give out before my legs, but this time it was both.
Mile 4 - 9:03
Mile 5 - 9:18
There goes my goal of keeping it under 9 for every mile. And to see consistently positive splits was not a good thing. Really unhappy with my race day execution... I shouldn't have started so fast. I can usually pull something out of the hat on mile 6, but I had nothing in the tank. There were people in front of me that I was so close to and I wanted to push past, and I just couldn't move any faster.
Mile 6 - 9:22
Ugh. Fail on race execution.
Last 0.26 - 8:24 pace ... barely faster than my first mile. I had no sprint left. I can usually pull that last little bit out no matter what, but my legs said NO.
Finish 56:10 - a 1:02 PR. 11th overall female. 2nd in my age group (it was a small race, but there were 15 people in my age group, so I was excited to place).
Also a shout-out to my awesome friend, Emily, who ran her 5th half marathon this past weekend and did great! So proud of her!!!