So I don't run races.... and today I was reminded why. They hurt!!!!!!
So I've been flirting with the idea of running a race for some time now. Jason has really encouraged it. So I have been doing some longer runs just to see how I would hold up if I did run a race. On Thursday Morning my friend/pump teacher Heather said to the whole class, "Kristin I had a dream last night that you ran the race with me! You need to do it." And with that, I signed up for the race Thursday night for Saturday morning.
I didn't really have a costume.... maybe next time?
I had no idea how much waiting there was when it comes to racing but luckily for me, I ran into my dear friend Liz and we chatted the whole time.
Mile 1-4 (7:10 per mile) was down South Fork Canyon. I love it. It's mostly down hill and just dreamy.
Mile 4: 28:40
Mile 5-8 (7: 17 per mile) down the Provo River Trail. I had a major panic when I realized the pain killer I was planning to take at mile 4 to numb my torn calf muscle.... fell out. (Never before had that happened in all my years of running) I was super bummed. Many times I kept thinking, why in the heck am I doing this! It really started to hurt at this point. Why oh why was I doing this???? I just kept repeating, "I can do hard things"
Mile 8: 58:00
Mile 9-11 (7:30 per mile) I was thinking.... man I hate this. But I think I can finish it. And I think I can finish pretty strong....
Mile 11: 1:20:33
Mile 12: the most nasty hill ever. Like I had to stop and walk nasty. Like I got to the top and tried to start running again and couldn't. Like had to walk. Walk.
Last 2.28 miles. (yes the course was .18 too long.) was 8:15 per mile.
Final Time: 1:40:09.
Not bad for my first race. But man oh man it hurt. I have a new found respect for fast runners. And honestly.... I don't know if I'll ever try and race again.
Good news? I got 9th in my age group and 28th out of the female racers (Of 1,050 female runners)