This past Saturday, I did the Run for the Fund 10 Miler. George did the 10 miler, and my parents did the 5k. It was a GORGEOUS day, and we all had a great time.
|Wore my new running top mentioned here and I LOVED it!|
The course was pretty amazing. It lead you through an older, downtown area of Noblesville and then out into the country, through a park covered bridge, finishing at the high school. It wasn't a down and back or figure eight course, so every part of the course was new.
I treated this race as an experiment. I had never "raced" this long of a distance before, so I really wanted to concentrate on pacing myself. I went out at a pretty slow pace and was honestly one of the last ones in the pack. This is where I almost started to panic a little. I was thinking, "Oh God, I'm one of the last ones, everyone else in this race is so fast, I'm going to finish last." I kept with my plan of starting out slow and increasing my pace every mile or so.
Around 4 miles, I started to pass a lot of people that had stopped to walk or slow their pace to a jog. This is where I got excited. My plan had paid off! I still felt like I had a ton of gas in the tank.
I walked through every water stop, just walking long enough to actually drink my water and not throw it in my face hoping some would make my mouth. At five miles, I ate my half packet of applesauce.
|Gracie thought I had a treat for her|
I think I've found my new mid run food! It is resealable, and easy to stow in your flip belt. I think it's much tastier than Gu and far less of a choking hazard than something gummy. I'm going to try it again for the half this weekend. So happy I found something to eat during my marathon!
Anyways, after I hit the 6 mile mark, I took off like a bat out of hell. I was running through the woods, there was no one else around me, and I was kind of having a Pocahontas moment. Woot woot! I felt awesome! Kept around an 8:40 pace! I was thinking, "You're killing it, Em! Finish strong!"
Then I crapped out, hard. I had two miles left ,and I was woofed. I walked through my water stops and stopped a few more times for 20-30 second walk breaks. Definite lesson learned there: Don't go balls out with 4 miles left.
My goal was to finish under 1:45. I finished just a hair over 1:40. If I would have sucked it up and really pushed myself for the last two miles, I would have been under 1:40. I did meet my goal though, so I'm happy.
|If you would have told me 6 months ago that I would run 10 miles|
under a 10 min pace, I would have told you that you were drunk.
So, here is the point where I brag about my husband. George finished in 65 minutes and some change. That is a 6:33 min/mile pace. He's so speedy and still so humble. I freak out when I hear how fast he ran, and he calmly says that he is pleased and leaves it at that.
My parents did the 5k. My dad ran it and shaved a few minutes off his last 5k race time! My mom walked it as well. She has a bum lung and still gets out there and does it. I'm very proud of the old folks. :)
Next weekend, I'm doing the Fort4Fitness half marathon, and George is doing the 10k. I'm excited, but nervous as well. I'm going to take it easy this week and just run a few times under 5 miles.