Tuesday, January 3, 2012
10 Miler Race Recap and ING NYC, here we go again
Me and the girls warming up before heading out to run in the wind tunnel.
Well, I started off 2012 in the exact same fashion as I started off 2011. Running the Hangover Classic 10 miler in Louisville. Last year there were only three of us and this year we arrived filing out of a mini van like Who's to the town square. I love to race and travel in big groups. I guess you could say that I'm genetically made for ragnar racing.
This was my friend Tami's first ever 10 miler. I've been so excited for her. She's been ready for over a month now, I think a race is just a matter of making it official. We did a 9 miler together four days before the race and I really didn't think much of it but each day leading up until the race I could feel my quads aching. They felt like a cat had climbed up into my lap and used the top of my legs as a scratching post..after that same cat had beat them with a small baseball bat that cats use for hitting runners legs. WTF? I didn't want to let her down by holding her back so I knew that I had to run hard and suck it up.
The gun went off and about .5 in I saw that we were cruising at 8:30 per mile. My breathing was fine and I felt ok but the quads were sooo tight. I pulled back a bit and set our pace at 9:10. We ran the entire race this way until the last four miles when we shaved it down to a 9:07 overall with a finish time of 1:32. I was so thrilled for her and happy to have a new and just barely 10 mile PR but without a doubt I knew I could do better. It just wasn't my day.
Me and Julia!
I wanted to stop at mile 4 and every single mile after that. I turned on the bargaining tool in my running brain. I'm sure you know exactly what I'm talking about. Just one more mile, one more song. Stopping wasn't an option and although I was in a lot of pain, I realized that it wasn't mile 23 pain. I wanted so badly to start quickening up around mile 6 but I just didn't have it in me. Not to mention the 30 mph winds that we were running straight into for the first five miles. I'm pretty sure it had to be the toughest race I've ever run mentally. On the sunny side, my IT Band didn't blow out like it did last year. Much to be thankful for.
Why does it seem that I would prefer to win a spot into the NYC Marathon than the actual gas station lottery? Sick right?
So, came home, took a hot shower, crawled into bed and watched football with the kids. Woke up the next day and did what 100,000 other people found themselves doing on Jan 2nd...entering the ING NYC Marathon lottery at noon. I can sit here and say that I want to be picked so badly but that doesn't do justice to the fact that I really wanna be picked. From the bottom of my running heart I wanna be picked. I don't wanna be excluded from the the ING NYC Marathon dodge ball team. I would engage in some seriously questionable behavior for a spot. I'm a believer in fate though and when it's my turn - I'll be chosen. But just so you know, I would cover myself in glue, roll in ice cream toppings and herd cats through town if that meant I got a bib number. Just saying....
I was on Facebook the other day and a friend from my running group posted this:
We find time for things that are important to us. Period.
I needed to hear that. It's so simple yet so true. You think??