Monday, July 01, 2013
It's been raining for about two weeks. No, that's not an exaggeration. It doesn't typically rain all day long, but it's still the wettest summer I can remember ever having in Ohio. So, when I woke up at 5:30 on Saturday to get ready for my race, I was not really excited to see that the forecast was calling for scattered thunderstorms.
Anyway, I ate some oatmeal and got a lunch and some clean clothes packed because we were planning on taking the kid for a quick trip to the zoo after the race. I was a little nervous about the race because my last long run did not go well, and the humidity has really been taking a toll on me lately.
When we left the house, the weather was beautiful. Just as we got to Cleveland, it started pouring. Of course. After I got my packet, we had time to just sit around and wait, and the rain kept starting and stopping. Luckily, we were in a building, so we weren't getting soaked.
When the race finally started, it wasn't raining and the air was actually fairly cool (about 68). I had worn my Garmin so I could have an idea of how much farther I had to go to the finish, in case I started having trouble. Unfortunately, the course started in an alley between two tall buildings. Between the buildings and the clouds, I was having trouble picking up satellites, so my Garmin was off by about 1/2 mile the whole race.
I knew right away that I was running too fast, but I didn't realize how fast until I got to the first mile marker and a volunteer yelled out "9:29!" I couldn't believe it. Fastest. Mile. Ever. I usually run around 10:38 during my weekly runs, so that's just crazy.
The next two miles were kind of a blur. I kept arguing with myself in my head that I should slow down, but my legs just kept going on their own. Around 2.5 miles, I got a horrible pain in my right side. I told myself that if it was still bad at mile 3 that I would walk, but it finally dulled and went away.
The last mile was the hardest. I had slowed a bit, but I was still running pretty fast (for me) and there were a few small hills that tempted me to walk. But, I pushed through and ran the whole distance. I was so happy when I saw the finish line was just around the corner. When I ran past the clock, it said 40:06. I couldn't believe it!
My chip time turned out to be 39:58! I ran 4 miles at an average pace of 10:00/per mile! Holy canoli! I still don't know how I did it, although I think the flatness of the course had a lot to do with it.
Almost as good as my time was the fact that the rain held off for the entire race. It sprinkled for about a minute during mile 3, but I barely noticed it because I was too focused on my breathing. (As soon as we got to the zoo, it started pouring again, but that's another story.)
So, that's race 2 out of 3 for the year. Now, I just have to get ready for my 5-mile race at the end of this month. It will probably be much tougher. Not only because of the distance, but because the course ends with a wicked hill. I'm not too excited about that.
But, for now, I'm basking in the glow of my four 10:00 miles.