Honest to goodness, there really isn’t anything exciting to tell. I showed up a little after 7:00, handed over a check for $20, and they handed me back a T-shirt and a paper sack with an ink pen, a key chain, two pieces of gum, an emery board, and a can coozie inside. Score.
At 8:00, the race director herded us to the start line where a kid played the National Anthem on her trumpet for us. She also cued our start by playing the “Charge!” thingie.
And we ran. Up hills and down hills and up hills and down hills and… well, you get it. The first 3.5 miles or so were all rollers. Which was absolutely cool by me. I went into this race with a goal of keeping a 9:40 pace for a finish time of sub-1hr. I ran solid 9:20s and 9:30s the first four miles, and then we got to the looooooong uphills the last two miles. Those were what killed me. I had to stop and walk up parts of them. Yep. During a 10K, I stopped to walk. Twice. And it killed my pace average.
Official distance: 10K
Official time: 1:00:34
Official pace: 9:45
I beat myself up pretty good about it, but you know what? It’s still a better pace than I’ve ever run a 6-mile training run, and it was a pretty challenging course, so it’s still improvement. And an automatic PR as it was my first 10K. I’ll take what I got and I’ll get my <1:00:00 next time.