Hey friends! How was your weekend?
I felt lucky to have my parents here for two days to help at the tail end of my week of solo parenting. I powered through but by Friday I was so thankful knowing I would wake up and soon have two willing helpers.
I took advantage of it by jumping into a 10 mile race at the last minute. It was the highest mileage week I’ve had with 20 miles on tap for the day, so the plan was to warm up with 3-4 miles, run 10 at marathon pace, and finish with another 5-6 miles.
I started with the 3.5 mile warm up and then shivered until the race began. It was windy and cold!
You know what’s silly? As soon as we lined up, I started plotting how I should go for a pr as it’s been years since I’ve run a 10 mile race. This is why racing “for fun” doesn’t work well for me!
So of course I was frustrated when my legs felt heavy from the week of work (fatigue likely from last week’s 20 miles, the mid week 10 miler and some strength work). On top of tired quads, there was some crazy wind and a lot of rolling hills.
I started out too fast and paid for it- oops! I felt so sluggish and slow in the second half- I kept trying to find that next gear and my legs just refused to cooperate. At first, I was really doubting my fitness and training but my rational side later reminded me that I did not taper and this is why tapers are helpful when you want to race well.
At the end, I realized it wasn’t awful. I came in around 1:14 (7:28 pace). My last minute pr goal was for a 1:10. But my original goal was marathon pace- this was faster than I plan to run the marathon so I can be happy with that. Still, I want a rematch with this race next year!
I headed out for my remaining 5.5 miles and swung back by the race just in time to learn I had won my age group. That helped to lift my spirits a bit- we were all struggling out there! And then I got this crazy guy who still makes me smile when I look at him:
And of course, L was thrilled with my gnome and thinks I’m a rock star no matter what, so there’s that. I love coming home to my girls!
I got in just over 19 total miles for the day. And now there are just 5 weeks left until the Boston marathon!
Did you ever feel yourself struggle through an entire race?
Jealous of my gnome? 🙂