My first 10 mile race!
This race wasn’t on my radar until I received an email from a half marathon series. San Juan Bautista is only 2 hours up the road and this would make mission #3 for a race start. I didn’t know I was starting a list but hey, why not!
I had a 12 mile run on the schedule that week but instead of running the half marathon available, I wanted to run the 10 miler. I figured I would run 2 miles when I got back to to town. Then the week of pain happened and I spent Thursday and Friday feeling a little off but I refused to say I was sick. I wasn’t even sure I was going to be able run the race but I headed that way anyways.
Holy crap it was cold! And picking up my bib and shirt took barely any time, so we stood around and froze for almost an hour. Oops. After watching the kids race- so adorable, then the half marathon start, it was time for the 10 miler.
I am toying with running Big Sur with run/walk intervals so I tested those out here. When I was in super shape (for me)- I could have run this in the low 1:30:00 range. Yah, not so much anymore. Since I was treating it as a long run, I was hoping for a 10:30-11:00 pace but with my recent leg issues I told my mother I wasn’t expecting to be done before 2:00 hours. Then I put my watch on intervals of 1:15 run/ :45 walk, only had it on that screen and ran the race pace blind.
Miles 1-3- 9:38, 10:27, 10:33
I ran the entirety of the first mile, the race vibe just gets me moving. However, I felt like I was crawling. I was so cold, my legs didn’t feel like they were moving properly. But looking at my Garmin later, I guess they were. 😛 I went to the intervals in mile 2 not because of the leg issue I had been worried about but only because my calves and achilles were super tight. They were letting me know they were less than pleased with 3 miles of flat road.
Miles 4-7- 11:18, 11:19, 10:39, 9:47
Around 3.5 miles in we rounded a corner and passed a lone port-a potty and then the elevation finally started to change. I smiled. Yay, a hill! I slowed going up the hill but stuck to my intervals. The tightness in my calves eased- this is why I like hills- and I was feeling better than I thought I would. I was sticking to the plan and treating the race like a long run- I wasn’t pushing it but I was keeping a steady effort. The road through this section took the runners by some very pretty properties so I was also trying to enjoy the scenery. I picked up the pace a bit when we turned around to head back towards the finish and now had the aid of the downhill. Things were feeling good.
Miles 8-10- 11:16, 11:29, 11:17
Holy crap, what the hell??? My stomach cramped and cramped in a miserable, horrible way. My intervals disintegrated and the wheels came off. I ran when I could and walked when I was trying to breath through the pain and not cause any ummmm, issues. In all 10 miles of this race, I saw 1 port-a-potty. That didn’t help me. Where was the finish line????
Well, look at that- even with the wheels falling off in the last 3 miles, that’s not bad!
Unfortunately, I was sick for the next 4-5 hours and fought a cold for the next 3 days so that was less fun but the race was a pretty good way to start the year. Maybe next 10 miler, I can really race it. 😀
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