Ran the Club Challenge 10M yesterday in lovely Columbia MD. Gorgeous conditions. Temp in the mid 30s at the start; 40s by the finish.
I've been doing low-cal for some time: 1500c/day so I was a little curious if I'd bonk before reaching the finish.
Mile 0: My friends are all telling me I'm overdressed. I respond that I'd rather sweat than shiver. They're shivering as we wait for the start. Fortunately, it's a small race - 800 people - so we only have to wait 5 minutes in the cold before we start moving.
Mile 1: We're going out darn slow, just the way I like it. (This is my warmup.)
Mile 2: I'm cruising up the hills and will probably suffer for it later. Threw down my gloves at the first water stop, wondering why I had taken them in the first place.
Mile 3: Woman next to me asks "How did we get to 3? I'm still looking for the mile 2 marker!" She blasts ahead of me.
Mile 4: Rolling hills are endless. But I'm doing fine. I'm already telling myself that I should slow down. But I don't. Running up the hills feels too good. I've been training on trails where we walk all the hills; It's been months since I ran up a hill and I love the feeling.
Mile 5: Halfway - hooray! I'm gradually passing a lot of people. But what's this? A friend who told me he wanted to run slower, catches up with me and tells me I'm slowing down. I don't know if he's kidding but I speed up.
Mile 6: I pass a different friend who tells me she is cramping up as she walks up yet another hill. I sympathize and leave her. (Sorry!)
Mile 7: Just 5K left - maybe I can finish after all! (Yes, I still have thoughts like that in every race.)
Mile 8: The big hills are behind us now but I'm also dreadfully tired. I can't decide whether to think about something else to get my mind off the discomfort or whether to stop thinking entirely. I spend a few minutes contemplating what body part hurts worse.
Mile 9: I'm definitely not feeling good any more. My "slow" friend catches up with me yet again and tells me I should speed up, grrr! I wonder if he is doing this on purpose - letting me get a little ahead and then catching up so he can tease me.
Mile 9.9: With 100 yards to go, I get annoyed by my friend continuing to tell me to run faster, and I sprint to the finish - but a bit too early. 20 feet before the finish, I lack the interest to continue and trot the remaining feet at a more leisurely pace. Thank god the finish is downhill! At least I don't have to worry about running into people - there are dozens wandering around on the other side that I would've slammed into!
Mile 10: I cross the line and am handed my finisher's premium: a pair of gloves that look identical to those I discarded at the water stop. (Indeed, the pair I dropped came from this race last year.)
Crossed the line in 1:31, about a minute faster than last year. I wasn't looking for a PR. I would've been satisfied with just getting to the finish. (Yet another of my friends didn't make it that far, sigh. Haven't heard why yet.)
I'm happy, having finished the race with no problems and without gels or gatorade. (I train on gatorade so getting only water at the water stops feels like it should be a problem but I didn't actually notice one.)
I carpooled to the race with some other friends and so I return to them - they all want to go to Taco Bell. What? At 10am? Yes. So even though we've just finished eating bagels and bananas, we go and have an early lunch. I order the TB Crunchwrap (540c) and put some 'fire' sauce on it. After leaving TB, I total up the calories I've eaten so far: 1090 minus 1000 for the race means I'm only at 90. Ok, serious eating to come later in the day!
That's the end of my race report. Hope you enjoyed it.
PS: If you do 10M races or just want to try one, join the Spark 10M Team! It's a nice intermediate distance that bridges the gap between a 10K and an HM.