I DID IT!!!!
Mood:
celebratory
Okay, so I'm a week late but, I DID IT!!! I finished my first 10K race on Oct. 12, 2008.
My day started at 7am with a guzzle of Carnation Instant Breakfast and final preps. I got my timer chip, t-shirt and number on. My fresh new sports pack with some poorly made sports drink (all my fault) in hand. I'm a lil' revved and just a lil nervous. It's not that I thought I couldn't, please that's not even in my vocab. Failure is not an option for me in anything.
Fast forward to 8am I do some stretching in the lobby but can't concentrate with all the people around (and the dust flying making me sneeze) - outside. The parking lot is full of booths and vendors. My lovely Starbuck's was nice enough to provide "Perfect Oatmeal", which was truly perfect, and hot coffee or tea. I grab a cup of oatmeal. I wander around a little bit and decide to get stretched out again by some professional since my trainer was completely MIA. They were shocked that I was allowed to race.
9am I am getting antsy. WHY can't we go to the start line already?!!!
9:15am we head down to the start on the Bronx River Parkway. I play with the timer chip machine (I was bored lol and they had to figure out how i was going to do it since I had no shoes).
9:30am and we start! Here's the sad part. I was in the front, on wheels and I was passed by at least half of the 10K runners within the first 10 minutes lol. Oh well. I keep looking over my shoulder determined not to be in last place before it makes sense. To my satisfaction there was still a group of people behind me. And then I get passed by...WALKERS!!!! WHAT?! Oh no. All I need is one good downhill boost. Besides, there was no way that I was going to let Mr. Babe Ruth pass my before mile 3. Mr. Babe Ruth was this walk who at random moments power-walked or jogged, then walked again. He had tube socks pulled up to his calves, shorts, pot-belly and a bald head. He was my secret competition (in my head) haha. Mr. Grey Shirt was long gone so I was stuck with Mr. Ruth. I am ahead of him until mile 4 when I get slowed by GIGANTIC ENORMOUS IMPOSSIBLE hills.
Mile 2 - I pass the first aid station where I unhealthily ignore my dry mouth and sore muscles. I should have stopped for some gatorade (no way I was drinking that non-Poland Springs water). But I couldn't stop, Mr. Ruth would have passed me. Some nice bouncy lady, who reminded me of Tanya from Hope (counselor, not camper), ran beside me as I tackled my umpteenth impossibly long hill. Thanks "Tanya" lol.
I see Mile 3 marker and couldn't be happier. FINALLY I get to cross to the other side. At Mile 4 (and in the middle of yet ANOTHER impossibly long incline) and nice man named Joe ran up beside me an asked "would you like some company?" Really? You'd ruin your time to run with me...okay "Sure" i reply. So Joe and I took our sweet time as we passed the Mile 5. I didn't have a choice it was, yep uphill. I think they did this on purpose. We made conversation about everything as I try to ignore a pantless old man. I think he was a volunteer.
Somwhere between mile 5.something and 6 I spot my trainer on the partition. NOW YOU SHOW UP!!!! It's aight, by this time my arms are burning, my stomach is hurting from the crunching (yes crunches), my shoulders feel like jelly and I'm out of breath. Joe, Andre and I finish out the race (actually Andre had to where my timer chip for me).
So at approximately 1:55:55 with a pace of 17:42 minutes per mile, I finish my first race.
All of the thumbs ups, the "way to goes" and the "you're awesomes", all of the annoying days training and restricted when I wanted it to be diet paid off.
So what's next? I'm not sure. Maybe I'll swim across the Hudson. I guess we'll find out.
pix coming soon!!