Wow, its been a month since my last race. You would think I might have used that time wisely and trained, but, no. Who do you think I am, a real runner?
In addition to being ill-prepared for this race, I was flying solo. Not completely solo, I did go to & from the race with a few friends, but they all run faster than me (stupid boys), so I had no running buddy, as my BFF deserted me for sunny FL, and I couldn’t rally anyone else. The weather forecast was not promising, but I was optimistic.
I was also wrong. No sooner did we get to the bag pick up (an hour before race time) and collect our numbers (no bunny ears!), the rain came. Hard. Did I mention it was 40 degrees? I was so optimistic I wore a running skirt and a windbreaker. Once again, my toes were like icicles. If I had a car near me, I would have gotten in it and driven straight home. Frankly, I should have never gotten out of bed.
We huddled under the energy drink tent while the perky energy drink woman tried to kick us back into the rain. The rain let up a little bit, and at 9 am we were off. The race started off flat but crowded, as we were on an on-ramp, and then we were on the bridge.
I knew the bridge was a climb, but I didn’t fully realize how much of a climb it was. I also underestimated the fact that metal joices (I think that’s what they’re called – the things that hold the bridge together) get ridiculously slippery when wet. I almost fell on my ass when I hit the first one, and then had to attempt to gracefully leap like a gazelle over the others. Not pretty. We ran over the bridge, through a neighborhood, up another hill, then back up and over the bridge again.
Here is my nemesis:
I had to walk up the bridge a bit, then I walked long enough at the water stations to get some liquid into my mouth (I am not coordinated enough to run and drink at the same time, of course). I fully expected to walk a bit the second time over the bridge, but it felt easier and I made it up just fine, and then I was coming down with the wind at my back. I felt great when I hit mile 5, then I realized I had another 1.2 miles of slight incline ahead of me, and I was not happy. I had to walk a bit, which I hate doing so late in the race, but I was pretty much done.
By the time I crossed the finish line, looking like a drowned rat and needing a shower worse than I ever have in my life, it was 1:02:58. My worst 10k to date, not that I’ve done many of them, but still, disappointing. I did make it in before the bus had to pick me up so they could re-open the bridge, so there’s that.
Overall, a fairly awful race. But I had a beer in the shower, so there’s that. What? Its called multitasking.
Next up: Harpoon 5 miler, May 22nd. Free Beer!