As planned, I set out to run a competitive 10K on Thanksgiving Day. The day was sunny, but a bit chilly before race time. It warmed up to be good running weather, probably near the forecast of 41° F (5° C) at race time.
There were 1095 participants, which made quite a crowd at the starting line:
Split times were offered at mile markers and at 5K. As I passed mile 1, I heard 6:30. Dang competitive juices, I didn't think I was running that fast. Better slow down if I want to finish. Mile 2, I heard 13:09. I thought I slowed down more than that. Mile 3 was 19 plus something high, I don't remember. The 5K split was 20:34, which kind of blew me away. That's faster than I ran a 5K on November 6, and I didn't leave much in the tank then.
I didn't hear the split at 4 miles. I think it was 34:57 at 5 miles; I know I was much slower on miles 4 and 5. I thought a lot about slowing to a walk in that stretch, but managed to keep running. This was mostly into the wind, and much of it was up an incline. I heard the split at 6 miles, but can't remember it.
But I kept running to the end. My daughter caught this shot of me approaching the finish line:
I kept running all the way, and managed a bit of a sprint to the finish line. Final chip time was 43:52.462, for an average pace of 7:05 per mile. I felt pretty good about both running all the way and that time:
That turned out to be good enough to place 122nd in a field of 1095 participants with 1011 finishers. I went to the awards ceremony to find out how much faster the age group leaders would be than I was. To my surprise, I turned out to be the age group winner for males 55 to 59. I was 39 seconds ahead of the next guy in the group. Instead of medals, they handed out envelopes.
In my envelope was $25. I hadn't looked at the prize list, and wasn't expecting money for age group leaders. Well, I'll take it. It will pay for my $18 entry fee and most of the gas I burned getting to and from the site twice (packet pick up, and race day).
Got a nice visit with my daughter out of the deal, too. Came home after the race, and had one of my typical dinners for lunch. (I counted the post-race banana, yogurt, and bagel as a snack.) Daughter wasn't hungry, but accepted a salad with chicken breast meat. At this point, it looks like I can finish Thanksgiving Day in calorie range and eating mostly healthy stuff.
Life is good, and I have much to be thankful for.