This past weekend, B and I ran and finished our third 10-Miler! This year I was fairly confident going into the race, as I have been the last two years, having minimally trained and relying heavily on my cross training. The weather was surprisingly perfect for a late April run, all signs were pointing to an easy race, we just needed to get through those ten miles.
Well… even with all the confidence and perfect weather conditions, this just wasn’t my race. I started out strong within the first five miles, but it quickly went down hill from there. The mental game was strong and I couldn’t fight it. By the time mile eight rolled around I was over it *smiles* and ready to be done and at the finish line. I went from being well paced with 9-minute miles, slowing down to 11-minute miles with my intermittent walking. But I made myself finish strong and ran that last mile with all of my might, and crossed the finish line with sore, angry legs!
Bentley and his brother, of course killed it and ran most of the race together (leaving me in the dust!) Another friend didn’t finish too far behind me and we were all feeling the weight of those miles. It was great finishing the race, but definitely one of the harder ones I’ve ran. Training for our upcoming half-marathon will definitely be happening if I want to make it 3.1 more miles!
Here’s to finishing!