Last Monday I did not think I would get to run this 10K. By Wednesday night I was convinced I could if Drew was on board with my plan. Thankfully , he was, but while running I was wishing he had said no!
Off I went at 6:15am Saturday morning to drive to the race. This kids were scheduled to run the Kids 1K, but there was a conflict with Samuel's soccer schedule. So, no go for them, but it was a go for me. I arrived with plenty of time to use the lovely port-o-pots that had hand washing stations. I was so impressed. I ate my banana and ran some to get my legs in gear.
I find it challenging to know where to line up at a race. I am not going to win so the first two or three rows are a definite no. After that it is hard to know. I don't want to go out too fast which I do way too often. This time my decision was so off. I was probably a quarter of the way and I had way too much slow running before I could get up to pace. I was really discouraged by this because for me I waste a lot of mental and physical energy.
It was a hot sunny day and I was concerned about hitting my goal of sub 50 minutes. I don't run well in warm weather and add humidity and I am doomed. That was Saturday. Hot, humid, sunny and minimal wind to cool things a bit. Thankfully the first 2-3 miles were along tree lined streets and there was good shade!
My pace for the first four miles was very consistent. I was super pleased, but could feel the end of success. I was getting overheated and I did not have water with me. There were only two water stations. At both I dumped more on me than I drank. The last two plus miles were mostly in the sun and the race became more of a mental battle than a physical battle.
I was having trouble breathing. Humidity always causes me to wheeze so I had to give in and walk. I decided I would rather quickly catch my breath than run super slow. I thought this would be the quicker solution and I think it was. I walked four times for about 20 seconds each to catch my breath. Who knows. Maybe I should have run slower.
I knew about 5 miles in it was not going to happen. There was no way I would break 50 minutes and I made peace with that at that moment. I was just too hot to care. I don't remember any of my music. I barely remember the last mile of the run. Thinking about it now I believe I was too hot!! After the race I learned of several people that needed treatment on the course and as they finished. It was just hot!
With about a half mile to go the Houston half marathon pacer passed me and I was so mad. That motivated me to give all I had left, which was not much, for the last part of the race. I finished about three seconds behind her and managed to qualify for the race. I don't even know if I want to run it, but I have a little while to decide.
My official time was 50:26. My garmin was 6.39 for 50:20. Someday I might figure out how to run the tangents well and be close to the race distance.
So, this was my third 10K and I don't know why I keep running them. I don't pace them well AT ALL! I can't figure how to manage the sprint with a longer distance well. I just don't do 10K's well. But, it is like a bad car wreck. You look when you know you should look away. Still I have this strange desire to run another one. What is wrong with me?!
The one thing I did learn/decide is that I will line up in row 5 of people. I believe I have enough race etiquette to stay out of the way of the faster runners. I also would rather be passed than have to weave around slower people. In shorter races not being able to start at pace is such a detriment.
I also learned that I want to get better, faster, and stronger. Despite despising this distance, I want to conquer it!