|goofy face. trying to pin my number on. |
one of the hardest parts of racing.
Honestly, I didn't have much of a plan for this race. I didn't have a goal time in mind. I didn't have paces running through my head I wanted to see. I just wanted to run the race for the experience and to enjoy it. I have been racing a lot lately, including a hilly 10 miler last weekend. I was hoping my legs would be recovered enough for what I thought was a flat course. I guess I missed this on the website:
"The course is moderately hilly but doable for just about any runner or walker." ooops! No clue where I got the idea that this course was flat. I was in for a rude awakening when I started running.
|What I looked at on the website and thought...that doesn't look bad.|
|What I should have looked at. Good old New England.|
Had I expected a hilly course I would have approached the race a little differently. My small goal was to keep a consistent pace and not crash at the end. Spoiler alert, I crashed on the last 3 miles. Usually, no matter how much I struggle during a race, I am able to push for the last half mile or so for a strong finish. The finish line for this course was at the top of a very unwelcomed hill. There was no pushing. Only dragging my feet. BUT I did better than my last disaster of a half marathon, which was also a small goal for today, so I have to be happy with that.
I know I have said this a few times before, but this all is really still very much a learning process for me. I have been able to take something good away from every race, even if the race itself wasn't the best. Today I learned that my legs aren't ready to handle two hilly distance races two weekends in a row. I felt the best I have felt in a long time during last weekend's 10 miler. However, this weekend was a different story. My legs just weren't having it after 8 miles.