Race #2, a five-miler, is now in the books as well. There were TONS of friends at this one, all in our DRC uniform singlets. Before the race, two of my friends encouraged me to run with them, saying they'd be doing about an 8-minute pace. Perfect, since my goal was about 41 minutes.
The starting gun went off, and within a minute my two running partners had dropped me. I had them in my sights, but I wasn't comfortable with the pace. "Damn," I thought. "I really suck more than I thought I did! I can't even run 8s????"
Uh, no. I reached the one mile marker -- well behind my two pacers -- in 7:33. 8-minute miles, my a$$! I slowed myself down and congratulated myself on not trying to keep up with them.
Lesson 1 - Run your own race.My splits were terrible (slower and slower each mile since I started off too fast).
Lesson 2 - Must. Work. On. Pacing.After about 3 windy miles, my mind started to play tricks on me. I wanted to slow down even more. This wasn't an A race, after all. And I already lost all my friends, so who would notice?
I would. Keep running, Theia.
Lesson 3 - Coach is right. My brain is my worst enemy.With about a half mile to go (maybe a bit less), I saw PhillyTom running toward me. Yay! He came back to run me in! What a nice guy. Unfortunately, he mostly heard me panting and gasping, but it was really nice of him to come back for me. Other friends were at the finish line, and it was fun to hear them cheering me in.
Official time 40:43. Not bad. Better than I expected, better than I did in the same race a few years ago, and pretty damn good considering how little I've been running.
Lesson 4 - Imagine what I can do if I really apply myself to this whole running thing.