Why oh why did I do this run... I was not ready for it. Lack of sleep, lack of good nutrition and a lack of heart for running this past month, and more this past week thanks to work, I knew it would impact my time. As I drove in to this race I just wanted to turn back around and head back home and say F* it!
I started out ok, and then when we hit the bridges (less than a mile out) I was done. I started to walk. And once I did that I couldn't get back into my run. I just wasn't feeling it and it sucked. I wanted to cry.
I was also dealing with a new toy... My Garmin 910xt and I couldn't figure it out. Just one more thing to screw with my running. I had trouble getting a signal then I couldn't figure out the alerts. I knew I should've played with it a bit before the race but with my work schedule that was just not possible. Ugh. Let's just get this done so I can have my beer :)
Official time: 1:05:43
Team run at the Lisle Spring Sprint... Now this was a definite challenge for me. There were hills, something I was not really use to, as I found out in Baltimore. But I had about 1 run at the Arboretum just before this race so at least I had a little more knowledge, but damn my body was not ready for it.
10K's seem so much harder to do. With only 1 under my belt, and I did that with a double sprained ankle, I didn't know what to expect, only hoping to do better than DeKalb. And honestly I did pretty well. I was on the slower end of the pack and I learned the impacts of that... They ran out of water :( And I was unprepared without my fuel belt so it killed me the last couple of miles. Dave found me right around mile 5 and ran with me. Pushing me to move faster and concentrate. It was really hard because this whole time, my running has been affected by my work schedule. Late nights, no sleep and so stressed I just couldn't get my heart into my running. I just wanted to cry when, around mile 4 one of the managers called me when they were explicitly told not to call me directly. I totally lost it and wanted to kill... This may have been a good thing because I just focused my anger into my run and pushed thru it. Once Dave found me I was pushing as hard as I could. But the lack of water was really paying a toll on me. I didn't expect the big hill in the end of the run and it hurt... hurt bad. Dave pushed and pushed, he knew I could do it, even thou I said I couldn't. I wanted to stop. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to cry... Well 1 out of 3 ain't bad. I pushed thru it, swearing up a storm at Dave but I did PR (and I did throw up after I crossed the finish). Overall a great experience, but I need to learn to control my pace so I'm not dying (or puking) at the end of a race
Official time 1:09:53.9
