I woke up Saturday morning ready to race. The only starting line I had run across lately was the virtual one on the elliptical. I wasn’t excited for this exact race nor was I excited for the amount of pain I knew I would feel during the race. I had run one 10 mile run since the marathon and barely made it through. Barely. The reason I was excited for this race what that it signifies I am ready to start a new training cycle.
So when I woke up and saw it was pouring rain I was more than thrilled. I mean who doesn’t love running in 40 degree pouring rain? I actually didn’t really care either way, I was just happy the race wasn’t canceled.
I got to the race convention center an hour early and had no interest in going back outside or warming up. I haven’t been running much (the only other 10 miles I did was a couple weeks ago. I felt like death and it ended up with a pulled muscle). I didn’t want to push my luck. I also wasn’t overly concerned with my time and wanted to keep warm instead. In the convention center I had the honer to meet David (one of the co-founders of Runchat on twitter!)…After basically meeting an internet celebrity I decided I should probably delayer and head to the starting line.
When the race started it was overwhelming. Since the 10 miler and 5k shared a start there were a lot of people around. I tried to remind myself not to take it out quickly because I do not have endurance right now. I would die. It would hurt. That was unnecessary.
Mile 1 it did hurt. Mile 2 also hurt. Mile 3 wrapped back around the center (for the 5kers to finish) and I debated doing the 5k…but I didn’t. I saw the leaders going the opposite way and just pushed on. (In summary miles 1-3 were thinking why on earth did I think this was a good idea).
Mile 3 and 4 were just spent thinking about how mile 5 was on the boardwalk and going to be windy. The race went 37 blocks on the boardwalk going into the 30 mph wind (in the rain). I knew it was going to be miserable because it was cold, raining and I’m not in shape. It wasn’t a surprise when it was miserable. I don’t have a great turn of events or story about how I pushed through. It was awful, I was miserable and it seemed like the longest part of the race.
Around mile 6 my hat blew off but I was lucky a kind gentleman from behind me picked it up and passed it to me. I cannot thank him off for that or I would have been running off to the beach trying to catch the darn thing. We ended up running together the rest of the race which was nice.
For all the wind we saw in the previous miles, we saw no backwind going the opposite direction for miles 8 and 9 because it was blocked by the buildings. I loudly complained about this. (I complained about a lot actually).
Mile 9 I realized I was hovering around a 7 minute pace so decided to just pain train it as hard as I could to finish. It was stupid because I should have realized I do not have the endurance to pain train an entire mile. I should have started surging at 9.5. Regardless mile 10 was the worst mile but when I ran into the convention center my spirits were lifted.
The race finished inside which I thought was pretty cool.
All in all it was a great race and I’m happy I drove back to do it. It gave me more motivation to start consistently training again. Was I expecting a PR? No of course not. I wouldn’t expect a PR in that weather if I had been running. I expected to finish and have a great time and I did. I love J&A races in VA Beach because they are always a lot of fun and always worth the drive down. (YAY for Shamrock in March!).
I finished 8th female overall and 1st in my age group. (Which the 20-24 age group had less competition then most)
Also this is the first race ever I have worn shorts (oiselle Rogas). I left my runderwear at home in Jersey but I didn’t get chaffing and it wasn’t a big deal. (though I still prefer runderwear).
Questions for you:
What is your least favorite racing conditions?
Dad and I have determined we hate the wind.