Well, we all know that my body had other plans. My husband did continue training though he might have lost some of his mojo once he knew I wasn't out there to chase down and keep pride over. But he was still up for the race so we headed north. I was planning on possibly doing a short 1-2 miler while he was out on the course and setting up for cheer duty the rest of the day. However, they let me drop to the 10K which I gladly accepted. I figured I could either go for a beautiful stroll in the woods or get skin cancer in the sun waiting for over an hour and half at the finish. That wasn't a hard decision.
I decided to run the first mile, walk the middle four miles, then run the last 1.2 miles. The half marathon got a 15 minute head start over the 10K and I knew it was going to be pretty close for me to make it back to see my husband finish.
|All the races mix heading in and heading out.|
The first mile things felt a little tight and I experienced that nice tightness in my groin that lingered for a few miles into the walk. By the time I got to mile 4 I was chomping on the bit to get to mile 5 so I could run it in home. The last 1.2ish miles were amazing. My body was so ready to get running again. I enjoyed passing all the 10Kers who were obviously much better walkers than myself. I held pace with the returning half marathoners who were headed back to the finish.
As we got closer to the finish the cheering crowds gave me such an adrenaline rush and my pace started to pick up. After so many months of gimpy running I felt like I was getting to experience the best part of the sport and I was so grateful I was able to do the 10K. I even clocked a sub-8:00 pace for the last quarter mile. Nothing hurt and I felt like myself again for 1.2ish glorious miles of running.
I crossed the finish, got my medal, and immediately headed back out to stand on the finish sidelines to try to see my husband. I knew he would be coming in any minute. I literally had enough time to set myself up in a good location and not 10 seconds later I saw him sprinting towards the finish around the corner. I told him later he had the look on his face of someone who knew they were *this* close to making their time goal and was trying desperately to make it.
|There he goes!|
He was flying and said he did not even hear me screaming for him. Sad to say he missed a PR by something like 25 seconds. I'm pretty proud of him because to be honest, his training sucked a big one. He ran 2.5 days a week, if even. If I could run 25 seconds off a PR with the type of training he did I would think it was nothing short of a miracle. I felt bad though, because we all know the sting of missing a time by that short of a window.
I wore my "Boston Strong" tank that was a fundraiser for the Boston One Fund. I got a lot of nice comments about it and I'm glad I wore it to the race.
All in all it was a fun day and the unexpected race participation for me was a great plus. I have since taken another hiatus from running while we sort out imaging my pelvis. Better safe than sorry, I figure in regards to a stress fracture. I'm really grateful my last run was at Avenue of the Giants because I think the finish line high will carry me for a while.
|Hard to tell scale, but this tree was monstrous.|