After arriving at the race course on Saturday morning, I met up with the girls running the race. We have a bunch of women who are in the open division (19-39 yrs old) but most of the fast girls were running in another XC race on Sunday so they needed some girls to take their places. That is the only reason I ran this race - for the team.
|Guess I missed the memo to wear my hot shorts instead of capris.|
I also promised myself that I would NOT look at my garmin during the race. I knew that would psych me out if I looked at my garmin and saw that my pace had dropped because of the mud or a hill. I decided that I would go off of my "perceived effort" and just go as fast as I could for as long as I could.
Soon we were off and running across the open field. And then I hit the mud and it was so hard to go fast in the squishy, muddy grass. I was not happy already with the race and running and I wanted to be done but I still had a long way to go.
I rolled through the first mile in just over 7 minutes which was way too fast considering we had two hilly climbs in the first mile. My legs were on fire and I was already tired. I couldn't resist so I looked at my garmin to check my pace and was pleasantly surprised. I pushed on and headed into the second mile and also the longest hill.
I knew that Brian was out on the course as a marshal but I had no idea where he was. I also had no idea where the two mile marker was so I just kept pushing on. I hit an especially muddy area and just got frustrated that I could not get solid footing on the ground. When I finally came out of the mud soaked section, I rounded a corner and saw Brian. I must have had an extreme death face on because he stopped mid cheer and became quiet and just clapped for me. I just wanted the race to be over.
The next section was probably the easiest with only a few muddy sections and a small hill. I resisted the urge to look at my garmin and just pushed on. Finally I rounded the last corner into the final straightaway to the finish. The clock was in sight and I saw it had just ticked over into 22 minutes. I was shocked - I thought I would finish so much slower.
My final time, unofficially by my gamin was 22:35 and I was pretty happy with that. It was a tough, muddy course and although I hated almost every second of this race, I knew that it just made me stronger as a runner.
After the race, I became aware of how much mud I had managed to get on myself. Good thing I wore my old Brooks shoes! Here is a picture of my shoes before the race:
And this is my shoes and the back of my legs after the race:
And my shoes after the race:
Ugg I hate mud. I don't think my old brooks will ever look the same. Overall it was a good race - I guess I always say that post race. Our team ended up winning the race which was an added bonus.