|The amazingly gorgeous scenery from Prospector Park.|
I woke up at 5:30AM, had breakfast of oatmeal and a banana and I was out the door by 6:20AM. The race was held out in Apache Junction, so after a 45 minute car ride, I was there. Parking was very easy. There were volunteers and police along Idaho Street alongside Prospector Park directing cars to the left and right. I ended up parking about a half mile from the start area.
|The long walk from the cars to Prospector Park.|
|Mom-in-law Leslie and I at the start.|
|Start line lineup|
|Half a mile into the race.|
|We share the marathon course. Up here signifies breaking through the dreaded marathon "wall."|
I really wasn't expecting too much from myself. I just wanted to have an enjoyable race. However, once I hit the turnaround, my body craved something else and I picked up the pace. Running through mile 4, I looked down at my Garmin and saw 9:23 pace staring back at me. What? I have been running 11:00 pace in all of my training runs. What is this?!? Not complaining though :-)
Rather than question it, I felt that this would be the run I remember during all my future crappy runs. Yes, it can feel this good! I ran my second 5K faster that my first and came across the finish line at:
|Wow! Great medal for a 10k!|
I got my bling. Amazing race medal for a 10k. The medal is the same weight as my marathon medals.
|At the finish with my bling|
Yes, that's a real mule.