|Pushing myself at the end!|
We went to bed around 11pm and had a 4:45am wake up to make the train, however we missed the train. (That was my fault for not remembering the correct train time.) So, in order to make sure I got there for the start time, I would have to drive. In all my 23 years, I have never driven into Manhattan, nor do I plan on doing so. But, with the help of GPS, we made our way through Queens into Brooklyn, where the parking garages were full. We thought we were in an okay zone to park and were off to find a bathroom and the race start. (We came back to find a parking ticket on my pretty little car.)
7am came and went. We should have been filed into our corrals by then, but nope. The disorganization continued. Finally, we were allowed in, and about 15 minutes after we were supposed to start, the gun went off.
Luckily, based on my previous race time, I was in corral 2! So off I went. And I was doing pretty darn well. My first mile was 7:54, so I slowed down a bit. My second mile I hit 8:18, a little slower than I wanted, but I knew I could pick it up later. The third mile involved a very steep hill, so I ran at 8:28. Then, I pressed stop...on my watch. I didn't realize until about 3 minutes later, so I was off the rest of the race.
The course was approximately two loops around the park. I kept trying to push through, but couldn't gauge when to pick up my pace. I wanted to walk at a couple points because my knee and hip started to hurt, but I didn't. I pushed myself, and I smiled a lot.
|Under the sign on our long walk to the car|
Would I run this race again? Maybe. Will I keep running 10ks? Yes! I'm already looking into one that's in November in my hometown. I mean, why not? As Christy said, it's too soon for my race season to be over this year.
And thank you all to my fantastic blog friends for all the well wishes, good luck, and congratulations via Twitter, email, etc. I appreciate you all more than you know!