2 mile jog and striders to shake out the legs
RACE – 10 miler
Bike – 80 minutes easy (stationary bike)
Sorry my race recap is a little late! If you read my last post you know that I was a little bit overwhelmed this week. Saturday was a long day and when I got home I laid down on the couch to catch up on my TV shows and did not get up all night except to take an ice bath and then climb into bed:). I know, I like to live it up from time to time.
Then I spent all of Sunday trying to finish the book I had to write a book report on for Monday (including reading it while on the stationary bike–I had to ask the guy at the gym desk to borrow his pencil so I could take notes) and writing my second paper that was due today. Whew!
Anyway, my weekend was pretty awesome!! I was very happy with how the race went–all things considered. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Friday night Eric and I drove down to Charlottesville, VA, with my best friend and running buddy Karen and her fiance. We stayed at Karen’s friend’s house with a bunch of her college running friends. It was a blast having all eight of us staying in the house! Karen’s friends were awesome hosts–they fed us lasagna, bread, and salad for dinner. Then we all went out for FROZEN YOGURT.
We totally fit in with all the cool kids that were hanging out since we were all rocking our pajamas at 8:45 pm on a Friday night.
Saturday morning we woke up SUPER early. The race started at 7:15 am and getting lots of women dressed, fed, and out the door in time to stand in the porta-potty lines and make it to the start line takes time. It was still dark (and COLD) when we got to the race!
Do you ever have those runs/races where you go into it just feeling GREAT? You start your run/race and your legs feel super fresh, you’re full of adrenaline, and totally ready to kick some run/race behind!! Well, this was NOT one of those days, haha:).
With two nights of very little sleep and too much stress eating, I was NOT feeling great on Saturday morning. My legs felt a little bit stiff and I just was feeling kind of BLAH. So when the gun went off and the race started (up a hill, no less) I was not sure how this race was going to go.
But when I looked down at my Garmin and saw my first few miles averaged out to about 7:44 pace I was pretty excited. Until I remembered that I had told myself I was going to start slow (like maybe 8:15-8:30 pace). Oops. This was a hilly course and I haven’t run sub 8:00 minute miles on anything longer than a 5k before, I don’t think. This could be bad. This might also be a good time to mention that this was my first time racing the 10 mile distance, and I was pretty clueless how to pace it!
I eased off a little bit and ran the next mile in 7:54, but the mile after that was a steep downhill and I leaned into the hill for a mile pace of 7:38 (my knees would hate me for taking advantage of the downhills later).
The next couple of miles cruised by at around 7:40-7:50 pace. The course was full of rolling hills and I was enjoying them. Until miles 7-9 came along. Miles 7-9 were mostly uphill, and I completely ran out of steam at this point. At one point I looked down at my Garmin while I was DRAGGING my behind up a huge hill and it said 8:48 pace. I wanted to cry. I had let myself think I was going to manage to run this race in sub-8 minute pace, and now I figured that was over. I didn’t have that goal when I started out the race, but over the last 7 miles I had already gotten attached to it.
Luckily, the last mile was mostly downhill, and I somehow managed to pull together what little (and it was very little) strength I had left, to run the last mile in 7:45 pace to finish in 1:19:35–which was 7:58 pace. Woo!
Again, I know 7:58 is not going to get me into the Olympics any time soon (and some of my track superstar friends ran it in 7:00 pace!), but like I said–I don’t think I’ve run anything over a 5k in sub-8 pace, and this course was pretty hilly, so I was pretty psyched! All those track workouts paid off:).
By the way, this race course was beautiful. It ran all around the UVA campus and surrounding neighborhoods. And the spectators were awesome! Some of the highlights included some frat/sorority kids dressed in tuxes and dresses and toasting us with champagne, and a bunch of ladies dressed in pink who yelled their heads off and drove around the course–I think I saw them 3 times. Another highlight, although this one was not a spectator, was the guy who was running in front of me most of the race…wearing jorts. Yes, you read correctly–JORTS. Hilarious.
Everyone else had good races, too! We went back to our hosts’ house and celebrated with eggs, bacon, and the biggest, fluffiest chocolate chip pancakes I have ever seen. I was in heaven. From now on I will celebrate all of my races with this meal.
Saturday night I also rewarded myself with an ice bath and some Biggest Loser after I got home (Eric was out playing poker with the guys).
Yes, I realize I must be slightly nuts to purposefully submerge myself in ice water. But Saturday night my knees, shins, and ankles were already complaining to me–loudly. Sure enough, Sunday I woke up with almost zero discomfort! I am officially an ice bath convert.
I think this race might become a yearly tradition with the ladies. We all had a great time and, after all, it is apparently “the area’s oldest and most prestigious foot race.” Oh, and we got cute Brooks race shirts, too;).