Let me preface this by saying that this was only supposed to be a 4 mile, rather hillly, race. This past week, all participants received an email saying that a sinkhole decimated one of the bridges and that there would be a slight detour, making the race 4.5 miles instead of 4. I did get to see "said sinkhole" on the course and I think that the race organizers made a wise decision.
This race was an early one. I drove down to Tucson last night, after our district's professional development conference, so that I would be able to make the 6:15 am start time. Jamie picked my mom and I up from the house at 5:00AM and we drove (in total darkness, not many streetlamps in Tucson) to Sabino Canyon. This race was my first managed by Everyone Runs. I was originally drawn to it by its promises of a free mexican breakfast and a massage after the race. I thought past the title which clearly proclaimed, "This race is a hill-raiser!"
Jamie and I made sure to stretch in the pre-dawn minutes before the race. I taught her my chorus line stretch which did get us a few comments from passerby:
At 6:15, the race directior started a countdown and then we were off. Once we crossed the start line, we could see about half a mile in front of us until the next turn.
Since I haven't run in over a month, I was starting to feel my legs about five minutes into the race. Jamie and I powered up the first hill, which was relatively short, and were treated to a nice downhill of about a quarter mile. So far, I was keeping up with my sister.
Then, it happened. The most gigantic hill I have ever seen. Well, that I have ever seen in a while. It brought back memories of training for my first marathon in Griffith Park in LA where there was this monster of a hill right in the middle of our training course. A hill that hurts when you walk up it, nonetheless run up it. I tried, I really did. However, I made the choice the tell Jamie to leave me so that I could walk up the behemoth. My head spun from the exertion and my hamstrings already felt like jello. Good News: I had just made it to the turnaround. Bad News: Only half way done.
The second half of my race consisted of more walking than running. At the end, I did pull my pace up to 9:30 minutes per miles for that 0.6 mile straightaway. I was about to walk the last 0.2 miles (how fitting marathoners) before the finish line, until a woman behind me yelled, "No, you can't stop now. You're my motivation." Well, who can stop when someone says that to you? I thanked the woman for keeping me going and pushed on. Here I am after crossing the finish line, trying not to puke:
Pace: Have to check my Garmin, I'll get back to you on that one.
Mileage: 4.5 miles
Jamie came in four minutes before me. She did spectacularly! All of her training is definitely making a difference in her speed and endurance. Way to go, Jamie!
The bling here was a nice Technical-T.
Lesson learned from this race: I need to run more. Now that it's starting to cool off, I'm pretty sure I can make that happen.
Thank you to my Mom, who came out at 5:30AM to cheer Jamie and I on. We love you! Good to see Chance out there too!