This New Year's Day, I ran a 10K race at Lake Chabot Regional Park. I ran the 5K last year... a pleasant 3.1 miles over a gently rolling hill trail that hugs the lake. My friends, Pat and Linda, ran the 10K. I was jealous.
So this year, I signed up for the 10K. Pat laughed when I told her. "Good luck! I'll be there to cheer you on, but I'm doing the 5K this year."
This year all my friends did the 5K while I did the 10K. "What's up with that?" I thought.
A month ago, I intended to try out the 10K course. When I got to the fork in the trail, I looked up to the right... the 10K route. Straight up hill at a 60 degree angle.
Daunted, I turned left instead. That got me 13.4 miles of gently rolling hill trail around the WHOLE lake. This is probably one of the few times in running life where a half-marathon is preferrable to a 10K.
New Year's Day, I was tempted to switch from the 10K down to the 5K. But, I thought, "What the heck!" and did the 10K anyway.
It was a good thing that I didn't run the trail last month. I would never have made it through the race. The hill trail is a 600 ft. plus ascent at a 45 to 60 degree rise. Most of the 10K-ers walked up the trail. Only the competitive, hard-core racers actually ran.
The top of the hill had a beautiful view... the lake, the valley where I live. I could even see the hill where my house sits.
Beautiful view. Great life experience. But, I'll be running the 5K (or the half-marathon) next New Year's Day!