As I mentioned last week, I did the Newport 10K this weekend. After a late night out on a date, my 6 AM alarm came WAYYYY too soon. I woke up wondering why the hell my alarm was going off so early. OH, because I was running a race. Right. There is nothing like a race to get me to bolt out of bed immediately, no matter how early it is.
I took the 7:12 PATH over (it’s either that or 7:47, cutting it too close for an 8:30 start) so I could pick up my bib and meet up with friends.
It was not nearly as warm as it looked, but all bags, etc, had been checked. We finally found a warmer patch in the sunshine, like cats, and stayed there until it was time to line up.
We all wanted to go somewhere between 9:00 and 10:00, and we took off and running! A few small complaints: the “8:30” race start was somewhere closer to 8:37, which is frustrating that early in the morning. Also, the road is so rough and full of potholes in the early miles of the race. By some miracle, I am still standing.
I get dehydrated more easily on my current cocktail of meds, so I was grateful that even though this was a short race, there were still several water stops.
As we started off, the pace felt a bit challenging to my current level of fitness, but still doable. By around mile 3, my stomach started really bothering me, feeling super sloshy. I tried to convince myself I’d be OK until the end… but I needed a Port-a-Potty stop, and I told the girls to go on without me.
I was bummed I needed to stop, but I did feel better afterwards… I’d had no more than 3-4 sips of iced coffee before the race, but that was still about 3-4 sips too many for this sensitive stomach.
Once I emerged from the Port-a-Potty, I felt GOOD. I didn’t want to run too fast, so I just went with running “strong,” and that worked. I wasn’t jogging, but I wasn’t racing either.
The view coming down the street to the water is nothing short of amazing. One of my fave things in life is a turn that brings the water into view, and this is no different.
UGH the views are awful.
I swear it felt like there were more piers than usual, but my friends have informed me I’m crazy.
My time: 1:02:19 — not my best showing by far, but my best showing I had in me that day. Another race to start filling my confidence tank back up again.
What fills up your confidence tank?