Well, this was one of those races that gets filed under the "rather forget about" tab but I'll still give you a run-down. We will call this 'part one' of the crappy Saturday I had, 'part 2' was falling down the stairs later that night.
I got to the race, did my warm-up and tried to think warm thoughts. It wasn't quite as cold as I thought it was going to be, but it certainly wasn't toasty by any means. I had plenty of layers on regardless of my distaste for full leggings (I always feel constricted). Laura and I warmed up together, this was probably the best part of the day. Her and I really need to start running together more often!
|Right After the start, I'm right in middle with bright blue hat on.|
6:40 -Heyyyyy things are good. Just hold steady.
7:29- Right about mile 1.5 my calves seized up and I felt like I was running in place.
7:43- I considered a DNF at this point, my legs were screaming at me with every step. That freezing headwind wasn't exactly wind beneath my wings.
7:15- SUCK IT UP LAURA, move it.
7:50- Oh hey you huge hills, my legs don't like you. Walked part of last big hill.
7:16- Just get me to the finish.
Last .385 miles in 2:41
|Race went through hilly park, we had some company.|
I could sit here and analyze this on what I did wrong, what I did right or I can call a spade a spade-- BAD RACES HAPPEN, IT WASN'T MY DAY. Yes, its frustrating that I barely maintained my MARATHON pace in a 6 mile race. But, this was not a goal race and this race doesn't mean anything in the grand scheme of things. I still got a hard workout in, and miles for the day. I am happy that I pushed through, as much as the weather sucked, my body hurt and I wanted to stop- but I pushed through and did it.
A few hours after the race, a friend on Facebook posted this..."Springtime race results come from Wintertime training runs.". Honestly it was the reminder I needed. Training through the winter can be hard but it will certainly be worth it when Boston rolls around.
Do I wish I had a better race? Absolutely.
Am I glad that I pushed through and finished despite feeling horrible? Absolutely.
Am I going to go back there and do training runs on those hills? YOU BET.
This race also served as a reminder of how far I have come. There was a long period of time where a bad race would eat away at me. It would bring me down, and really get the best of me. While yes this race was frustrating, I am able to look at it as a learning experience. I am able to look at this objectively and not 100% emotionally. I got the miles in, still much faster than I would have been a few years ago, and I pushed through when things got hard. I'm learning to move forward, from the good and the bad. There are plenty more races to come, and this race certainly doesn't define me as a runner.
Bad races- do you let them eat away at you?
Tell me something awesome, anything at all. I refuse to be a debbie downer right now with a bad race and a tumble down the stairs... gimme something good to smile and laugh about?!