I’m speaking on a panel today, so it would have been awesome if all these new visitors to my blog could have seen a fabulous race recap.
Well, this isn’t one of them. (But there’s some here. And some of my favorite posts here. And a recap of this race from last year.)
Last year, I did the NYRR 9+1 program to get into the NYC Marathon for this year’s marathon. I’m not sure if I’ll want to run the NYC Marathon again next year (or even another marathon), but I’m still doing the 9+1 this year so that I have the option. I’ve basically been signing up for races if I happen to be free, and so that’s why I signed up for today’s Healthy Kidney 10K in Central Park.
Signing up for a race because you’re free, not because you want to run it, is a terrible reason to run a race, by the way.
I laid in bed and contemplated bailing until I saw Rebecca tweet at me and ask me which corral I was in.
FINE. I’ll run this.
I took Bailey out for a quick walk, got dressed and headed up to the park.
I was late for bib pick-up but they were still open. (I’m pretty sure they stay open until the race starts, FYI.)
It was super-crowded, but I still somehow managed to find Meghan, which was wonderful, because I ran the first half of the race with her and we chatted. It didn’t feel easy, but we were doing about a 9:20ish pace, which was fine with me. At some point after mile 3, I just wasn’t feeling it and really need to stop to walk. I wish I hadn’t. I had a really hard time starting again after that and ended up taking quite a few walking breaks from there until the end and stopping just past mile 5 to use the bathroom.
After getting out of work a little late last night, I met friends for a few drinks and didn’t have a real dinner–I just picked at some appetizers with them. I don’t know if I was underfuled or what, but this race was so incredibly hard, both mentally and physically. A few times between miles 3 and 5, I contemplated just walking off the course, but I think I’m too stubborn for that.
While a big part of me still sort of wishes I’d stayed in bed, I guess what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right? I also think that even if I’m not feeling a race, I need to trick myself into getting excited for it.
So…
I’M SO EXCITED FOR THE WALL STREET RUN TUESDAY! (No, I really am, though. I liked that course.)
The good news is you ran 6.2 miles today!
The bad ones remind us just awesome the good ones really are. š Running is such a mental sport that I think if you really don’t want to do it your body responds physically.
Good luck on your panel today, you’ll do great!
Dude you described my race this morning exactly. I have no idea why but the Healthy Kidney 10K was just awful. I ran/walked the last 5K and seriously felt like k was going to throw up the whole time. I had visions of just walking over to Fifth Ave and taking a cab home. Meh.
Congrats on finishing though! You’re right – what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger and at least we ran (errr and walked) 6.2 miles!
I agree with you! Signing up for a race just because I can, isn’t the best reason. However, like Dori said at least you ran 6.2 miles today already!
You run, you learn, then you run again and dominate. One bad race in the midst of all your amazing ones is nothing. You’ll return to rock star status on Tuesday.
Just kidding. You never stopped being a rock star.
Sorry you weren’t feeling the race.. but you got a good run in! Glad you are more excited for your next race!
I sort of love the bad ones when I’m done with them. (Not during obviously!) But I feel like not all runs will kick butt ya know? Like Kara Goucher must have days where she’s like “Damm this sucks. I wish I was at home eating cookies.” But since I know bad runs exist I try to embrace them and know that it means my next one could potentially kick ass.
So true. I actually saw a tweet yesterday, as I was leaving the race, that one of the Williams sisters had just dropped out of a tournament. Even pro athletes have bad days, why am I being so hard on myself?
That’s funny – I posted a really similar recap of the same race a couple days ago – I was running about 9:30 min miles and then suddenly around Miles 3-4 I just felt like total crap and wanted to walk off. I actually spent the last 2-3 miles thinking of random excuses I could use for bailing. Running is so weirdly psychological. Anyway – glad ot hear I wasn’t the only one!