Alrighty. I'll be honest when I say I was hoping for a PR yesterday. I am just ready for this high-mileage deal to work out for me. Here's the nitty-gritty of it.
It had been a long week and I didn't taper any. I didn't do any speedwork, though, so that counts for something. Friday night was a complete bomb. The game was 2 hours away; it poured rain, and the Eagles did NOT have a good night. I slept only 4.5 hours. When I got up it was pouring. I checked the forcast and it looked to be out of Montgomery by start time. So, off I went.
I had a little trouble staying awake while driving, so I drank a little coffee. I don't do this before running usually, but when making a choice of staying on the road or off, I chose coffee. No worries, though, it ended up being fine.
I got to the race and it was gawd-awful humid, but not too hot (77* w/ 95% humidity). I registered, got my gigantic tee-shirt and did a 2 mile warm-up. I felt pretty limber and ready to go, but I think a mac truck was sitting on my chest (humidity).
The start was WAY too crowded. It started at a shopping center in the middle driving lane, way too narrow for all the runners and walkers. We were off and I was in the top 3 from the gun. It was Marine Man, Blue Shirt Man, and me. Blue Shirt Man asked my goal and I said I wanted to break 40. He said that was his goal, too, and asked if I minded him running by me. No, the more the merrier. Mile 1 6:08.
We had already turned about 4 times in the first mile, and apparently turning was this course's specialty. I tried to be smart about the tangents, one of my normal struggles. Marine Guy and Blue Shirt Man gassed out. That left me and Mr. Motorcop. We were in a neighborhood w/ some rolling hills. Towards the end of the 2nd mile, another motorcop came up and drove w/ other motorcop. He yells to the other guy, "This girl is flying!" LOL. Mile 2 6:24.
I really hope this doesn't sound like a little brat, but it's HARD to lead a race, especially when you are at least 300 ahead. It's a big brain struggle. I had to focus on keeping up the pace. Your brain starts to question what the heck you are doing. Like my brain said, "What in the world are you doing? You are WAY ahead of these people. It is humid and you have 22 miles tomorrow." I just kept trying to think about Hartford and how I wanted to have a solid race beforehand. Mile 3 6:24
I was really failing at this staying fast thing. I knew it, so I tried a different approach. Mr. Motorcop would zoom ahead to block the turns for me, and the rest of the time he drove right next to me. (There were about 50 turns in the race, so that happened frequently.) It was a bit weird b/c usually when you lead a race, the cop drives in front of you. Of course, it's usually a cop CAR, so that might have been the difference. Anyway, I would try to chase Mr. Motorcop, like he was a competitor. This kept my mind occupied, and a little mini-goal for me to go towards. Mile 4 6:33 and no one in sight.
This is where it got a little tricky. The hills became MORE rolling and I was NOT able to focus. I kept wondering why those stupid men weren't catching up, as I had slowed considerably. I even committed the cardinal sin of racing and looked behind me. Yep, I could see Blue Shirt Man, but he was nowhere close. Mile 5 6:29. This sucks.
Mr. Motorcop can obviously tell I am ready for this mess to be over as he is giving me little words of encouragement, like "almost there." He also asked me if I had ever won a race before. He also asked me if I was hungry. I thought that was a little weird, but whatever.
5.75 to the finish was a complete cluster. We entered back in the shopping center and it was SOO crowded from 5K walkers. Seriously, blue shirts walking 5 abreast. The Mr. Motorcop was even ahead of me about to run these people over and they were clueless! Ugh. I honestly had to slow WAYYYYY down and had zero finish kick b/c of them. I was weaving in and out yelling, "EXCUSE ME!" Mile 6 6:38; 0.22 1:16
Final time: 39:52
So, there it is, folks. After the race, I hung out with RWOL forumite Crazy Justin for a bit. He PRed and did a SUPER job! The prize was really cool, but unfortunately, I had to give it back. I won 2 tickets to the Shakespeare Festival there in Montgomery. I've been a few times and it's really neat. Seeing a play there makes a really nice date night, too, but the tickets were for a Friday night. Booo. Oh yeah, here's my mileage for the week. I was hoping to get closer to 100, but for some reason, I miscalculated my miles and thought I was ahead of the game. Oh well, nothing lost this far in the game.
T: 12 a.m./ 4 p.m.
S: 12.14 (w/u, race, c/d)