So I realize it’s extremely unexciting to read about a race that happened two weeks ago, but I’d like to have a record of it, mainly because it was a course PR and it was used as a way for my coach to gauge my current fitness level.
All along, B and I were planning on the Turkey Trot being a family event, but at the last minute, decided that it would be easiest for me to go ahead and go alone. The boys wanted to play in our neighborhood turkey bowl, and we decided B staying with the girls would be easier than bringing them along. Plus, B was in no way trained for the event.
I met up with my friend Vanessa at the start. We waited for the potties and chatted about goals. I was a little nervous to think that my coach was going to use the race to determine the training that would be in store for me for the year, so I had race jitters. I reminded myself that race jitters are GOOD. Race worry and stress is NOT.
Vanessa and I talked right up until the gun went off. It was nice to be distracted.
When the gun went off, I didn’t have a pace in mind. I just let my legs do their thing. I told them to run as fast as they could for 6.2 miles and they chose the pace. I knew that I ran last year’s race in 47:XX so I thought I would be happy to beat that. I didn’t know what that pace was, though. I guessed that it was around a 7:35.
The 1st mile alert told me my pace. Not bad. First miles in general are never easy for me, so I knew I was doing okay even though I was a little slower than 7:35. And I felt like there was an incline(?) Later learned that there was.
Mile 2: I feel warmed up. Fall into a groove.
Mile 3: I feel amazing! Maybe it’s because of the slight decline but it’s probably because I am really awesome! (It was the first.)
Mile 4: I am going to die. Legs, go faster! Look at watch- no change. Legs, go faster!!! Look at watch- no change. Ugh, downhill please come now.
Mile 5: Just hang on. Try not to die. One more mile.
Mile 6: Just run as fast as you can until the finish and then you can stop. You can stop really soon, just keep pushing.
Crossed the finish line with a chip time of 46:56. (Garmin was a tad off.) I felt DONE. I was happy with my effort.
Here’s my splits:
Here’s the screenshot of the pace as related to the course elevation. I was right about that incline during mile 4!
And for this run, I wore my heart rate monitor for the second time. I wear it for every run now so that my coach has more information to work with. Here’s what my heart rate did (it’s the red). My coach said that my heart is well trained and that’s a good thing. High five.
After I crossed the finish line, I waited for Vanessa, cheered for her very loudly, and we walked to our cars together.
Overall, I was happy to see that all was not lost this year- I beat last year’s time! Perhaps my legs aren’t getting slower after all. Perhaps there is hope for me, yet.
Bring it, 2016!