This morning I ran a local 10k race. It's one of the biggest races in Texas (supposedly!) and is the biggest race in Austin! It looks like a fun race, but I've never run it before because it's a hilly course, and I don't do well on hills. (Probably because I don't train on hills . . . but I digress.) This year I decided to do it because 1) I felt like I needed a confidence boost after that half marathon in January, 2) I've been using a new training plan and I wanted to see if it's really working, and 3) I was just ready to run another race! :-)
I didn't really taper last week. I did my regular speed work and long run last week, but I cut one of my easy runs in half and skipped my usual easy run on Saturday. On second thought, it looks like I kind of did taper . . . just a mini-taper and not a full one. ;-)
Because of the hills, I wasn't sure what time to aim for. I felt confident that I could pull off 7:15-7:20 pace on a flattish course, but was pretty sure that was out of the question on a hilly course. So I decided to aim for 46:30ish, but mainly I wanted to 1) not go out too fast, and 2) keep my pace consistent. Oh, and not finish slower than my personal worst of 48:44.
This morning we all went to the race and I jogged down to my corral and was ready to go with about 15 minutes to spare before the gun went off. Whoo hoo!
As the race started and I waited to cross the start line, I prayed that I would run the race with the right attitude (both during and after), run a consistent pace and finish strong.
Then we were off! The course was flat for about 1/2 a mile, and then I hit the first hill. It wasn't too bad, and I made sure that I was going slow enough that I wouldn't feel like I was dying after the next one. Even though it was a warm morning and the hills kept coming, I felt really good and strong.
Immediately after mile 2, there was a steep downhill. I mean, steep. I wasn't expecting it, either! I had just gone up a hill, and then when I got to the top there was nothing but a steep drop. It was fun running down it though, and I was thisclose to running under 6:00 pace for a brief second.
Around mile 3, I was still feeling strong, but was starting to get really hot. Fortunately, a water stop was right ahead, so I ran to it and grabbed a cup of water, drank some, then dumped the rest down my shirt and on my head. Felt much better after that! Unfortunately, the mile 3 marker came up shortly after and my time was 23:3x . . . which meant I needed to run a negative split to make my 46:30 goal. And I didn't see that happening!
Thankfully, the first half of the race was the hilly part, so as I got closer to mile 4 the course was mostly flat with a few gently rolling hills. Whew! I was still hot and getting hotter, so I jogged through every water stop and drank a little bit of water and dumped the rest on my head.
Shortly after mile 5, I started to feel discouraged. I glanced at my Garmin to check my time and it was just over 39 minutes! Ugh, definitely not what I wanted to see. I had about 1 1/4 miles left, and I would have to run something like 6:00 pace to meet my time goal. I felt like stopping, but God was there with me! It was only another mile, with a little bit extra. No big deal. Besides, I was getting closer to the finish line, and I didn't want my kids to see me walking!! I was able to pick up the pace a little bit, but only through God's help. :-)
Finally, I was close enough to the finish line that I could hear the announcer. Yay! My Garmin said that I'd run 6 miles in 45:2x. I was ecstatic. I could maybe (I'm horrible at math, especially while running), finish close to my goal! (Or not, like I said, I'm horrible at math.) Or, at the very least, run under 47 minutes??
And then, then, then, then. Then. Up ahead I saw the actual mile 6 marker. Which meant I'd run a little bit extra on the course, and there was no way I was going to run under 47 minutes. Because I passed the mile 6 marker at 46:xx. Wah. Oh well!
I had enough gas left in the tank to sprint up the bridge, down the road, and cross the finish line in 48:15. For a 6.2 mile pace of 7:46, and a 6.39 mile (the distance I actually ran!) pace of 7:38. I'm going with my Garmin on this one! Ha ha.
Here are my splits:
miles 1-3 (I forgot to push the lap button): 23:35 (7:43 pace)
mile 4: 31:16 (7:38 pace)
mile 5: 38:57 (7:35 pace)
mile 6: 46:47 (7:40 pace)
0.2: 1:28 (6:45 pace)
So obviously, God completely answered my prayers for this race! I ran it for Him and not myself, I couldn't have had a more consistent pace, and I absolutely finished strong. I felt so strong during the entire race, and I'm so thankful to Him that I am able to enjoy running and racing again! I'm looking forward to testing out my 5k pace sometime in the early summer, and in the fall I'm aiming for (Lord willing!) a 10k PR -- on a flat course. :-)
Oh, and in case you're wondering, I finished 900-something out of over 23,000 runners, and was 30-something in my age group out of over 800 ladies. That is a whole lot of people! Oh, and Buttercup and Oliver both really liked getting to watch some fast people run this morning. First man ran under 30, and the first woman was 35:xx. :-)