I ran this race (10k) and it was 97% fabulous. Also, those droplets on my medal aren’t sweat. I washed my face right after the race and the medal got splashed. Really!
I’ll explain the lacking 3% in a moment. For now, some details:
The night before, I ate pizza and ice cream. This menu is probably not pre-approved by elite runners, but it worked for me. Also, bib pick-up was the day before which I loved. Zero lines and I didn’t have to stress about getting to the race 3 hours early.
Sunday morning was an early wake-up call for a 7:20 am start. I fueled with a Kind bar and a Starbucks doubleshot but this wasn’t necessary because the buffet at the race (pre and post) was fully loaded with coffee, red bull, water, oranges, bananas, bagels, bread, bars, etc.
I was a little nervous (I always am), so I didn’t help myself but it was nice to know for future reference.
We started at the Oregon Convention Center which was awesome! Easy parking, lots of clean indoor bathrooms, and it was warm!
At 7:15 I stuck myself in the 9-10 minute mile pace group and at 7:20 on the dot we were off! I had a secret (well, I told Matty B but no one else) goal to run this 10k in less than an hour. That meant a pretty steady push from my usual pace. (Spoiler alert: I missed my goal, but not by much.)
Right away, I felt great. The weather was perfect, the other runners were friendly, and the miles flew by.
And then I hit mile 6. I was tired already and then there was a hill. An unexpected hill. And I knew that if I was going to make my goal, I’d have to own this hill.
Unfortunately, it owned me. I mean, I made it to the top running, (sort of) but just barely.
And when I was done, I got this text:
I’m not gonna lie, I was disappointed. But I still feel proud of my accomplishment and now I know that I definitely need to incorporate more hills into my training.
Now, the 3% of disappointment:
1. I didn’t hit my goal.
2. The last mile of the race, the 5kers (many of them walkers) merged with the 10kers and it wasn’t smooth. There were many groups of 5kers ambling their way along, all side by side, taking up the entire road. I don’t know how many times I said (gasped) “on your left!” as I tried to get past. Irritating.
3. There were many awesome services at the end. Drinks, free photos, free massages, etc. but the lines were so horrendous that I didn’t even try.
No matter. My real prize was breakfast at my favorite Crema.
I’ll run for quiche and Spanish lattes anyday.