Finish Time: 1:21:41 (PERSONAL RECORD)
Placing: 802 out of 4370
582 out of 1958 (male)
146 out of 375 (male division)
This was my first race of the year, and quite honestly, one of my first substantial posts on this blog in 2019. Since the Marine Corps Marathon, I kind of took an unofficial break from running. I still kept it up and tracked my stats, but I haven’t been as introspective about it.
It felt really good to run another race. I had a work event that day, so I almost skipped it, but I fell victim to the sunk cost fallacy and thought that I didn’t want to waste the money already spent.
But man, I killed this race, and I killed my running funk. This was my fastest 10 miler time yet. I have two 10Ks coming up, and now that the calendar has turned to May, I’m eyeing once again some 18 week training programs. Looking back with perspective on the Marine Corps Marathon, I have nothing to be disappointed about: out of the last ten races I’ve run, 7 of them have been PRs.
I didn’t do much to prepare for the race. I was a bit nervous about running the full distance, since I have done much distance at all this year (I believe this was my second or third ten mile run all year). The race had an 8am start, and I just wanted to be done by 9:45ish so I could head out to my work event later that day.
One logistical problem was that I left my shoes at work. And knowing the process for boarding the bus to the start, I realized that Sunday would be an early day. I was up at 5:15, out the door by 5:30, and in line to catch the bus by 6:45.
I got to Mt. Vernon at around 7:30, and there wasn’t much time to hang around before the race started.
8:24 min/mile; 8:20; 8:27; 8:19 (GPS watch times)
I’ll be honest, most of the race was a blur, I don’t really remember how much of it went down. I do remember seeing a blind guy at mile 1 who was running at a fast pace, around 7:50 a mile, and he kept it up the entire race. He was running along side a guide and they were attached by a loose strap. Initially I felt a sense of inspiration, that it was really cool to see a blind person running the ten miles. Then I felt a bit holier than thou. So what? Just because a guy is blind doesn’t mean he can’t run. Am I just looking at him with pity? But then I thought, yes, that’s true, but you don’t see that often at all during races. Though physically he would be able to run, it still is incredible courageous for him to put himself out there like that, and I was back to being inspired again. Sometimes, when you see something nice, don’t over think it, just enjoy it!
8:20; 7:35; 7:48; 7:55
This race, I decided to stop at every drink stop and walk for 30 seconds. After mile 5, I was feeling really good, and I decided to push my pace and to try and keep up with this woman who was running along side me for a bit. She was going pretty fast, and so I ran a bunch of sub-8 miles.
I’ll be honest, I was getting pretty fatigued at the last two miles. I thought about slowing down my pace to a 9 min/mile, but then I thought, why the hell do that, it just means that I’ll take longer to be done. So I pushed mile nine through as much as I could. I remember thinking that I was fortunate this year–last year I remember the sun being pretty overbearing here, and this year we had a cloudy sky the whole way through. Mile 10 starts on an annoying hill, but I was able to tackle it and keep a pretty good clip going to the finish.
I grabbed my metal and my free breakfast burrito from district taco, and made my way past the finishers area. As mentioned, I had a work event about 70 miles away, and I needed to be there by 12pm. So I bee-lined it to my car, where I had packed some shampoo to use with the free bottle waters to “freshen up” in case the venue I was headed to did not have a shower (fortunately they did). One weird thing–I parked in the garage of the Crowne Plaza, and when I walked back to my car, I realized that I had parked among like ten different funeral hearses. It was super creepy. The garage was fairly empty too, not many runners had parked there, and those that did were probably still hanging out at the race. So that was a weird way to end a PR!
I only took one picture, but I guess it’s better than nothing!