I finally raced! It went ok. It was such a small part of my day, like I raced, I ran to my car and drove home and did a million other things. 7 miles in 50:50. About 7:15/mile. I really wasn’t sure what to expect considering my lack of speedwork due to my hamstring. Luckily my hamstring felt good. No issues there. I felt good and got up the hill in a decent time. 8:10 minus 30 seconds to cross the line and then stuck in the slow moving herd for another minute or so. I planned on running comfortably and then getting faster after the turnaround. Didn’t happen. I got hungry. Like seriously my stomach was growling. I ate breakfast, but not a big one because I didn’t want to have a heavy belly. Rookie mistake for a veteran runner. So then I felt that kind of hunger weakness but pushed on anyway. I’m trying to remember my mile splits. I think I was right at 15 for 2 miles. 3 miles was? At the turn around I was at 25 minutes. After that, it gets fuzzy. I know the 6 mile mark was 44:30ish. Crossed the line at 51:20. My PR is exactly 3 minutes faster at 47:50. I did notice that everyone’s times were a bit slower this year. Probably due to the humidity that was pretty thick. At least the sun was hiding behind clouds. I was still in the top 100. 72 I think.
So I finished out that week at 41 miles. This week I took off Sunday. Red did make me run with her to the park and back. I was impressed because it was the park that is about 7 blocks away. Then this morning I ran 10. I was still sore so it wasn’t too pleasant. Tomorrow I will run 8. Wednesday is 2. Thursday is 8 again and Friday is 18. Yikes. I am still running by feel, I just estimate distance based on my time. Like today I ran outside for 47 minutes and guesstimated that was 5.5 miles. It ended up being 5.8 when I mapped it out.