Friday, August 05, 2011
Yesterday I decided on a whim to go do a running event. A local club here has an informal race every Thursday evening in summer. I figured this was a low pressure way to try out running a longer distance (4.5 miles) and running with competition.
I turned up at the start and got my number. It was freezing out with a heavy fog. By the time the 70+ runners started out, my toes had gone numb.
Looking around before the race began, I realized I was surrounded by stick people. All of these hyperfit runners had about a pound of body fat between them. So it was no surprise at the start when they all took off and left me in the dust.
That was how the race went. By the end, I could only see one other runner. Most of the rest had gone home before I hit the finish line.
As I approached the finish, I was thinking "I hope at least I was able to maintain my usual 13:30 mile pace". I was worried that I hadn't kept up the 15:00 minimum pace the race requires. As I turned the last corner, my only goal was that they hadn't packed up the timer and finish line and gone home. I was relieved to see a few people still at the finish line and the timer still in place.
As I got closer to the line, I was just hoping that I'd done it at my usual pace. I was so surprised to see the timer once I could read the numbers. I finished in 49 minutes! That means I was running 11 minute miles!!!!
Yippee!!!! I did 1.5 miles more than I usually run and I guess the incentive of trying to not get left behind by the other runners pushed my pace up to the 11 minute level.
OK, so I'm not setting any running records here, but I was pretty psyched.
Just when I thought things couldn't get any better, I weighed in this morning. 199.2!!!! I made it to one-derland!!!!
Thank you to all my sparkfriends who have helped keep me motivated and been such great role models.