Running that race
Here are a few pictures from the fun run that some of my kids and I did on Saturday. I ran the two mile event with two daughters and one son, and our daughter’s husband ran the 5 mile race. We had a good cheering section, and they had the additional entertainment of watching our grandbaby while both his parents ran. It was a lot of fun.
My plan for the race was to run 5 min/ walk 1 minute, and I was hoping I could keep up with my 10 year old (who runs faster than me but tends to take frequent walk breaks.)
The starting gun went off and everyone took off FAST. I knew not to try to keep up– people always start too fast at races. But when I looked at my watch a minute later, I was still running an 8:30 mile pace which I knew I couldn’t keep up. I slowed down into the 9+ minute mile range. My daughter and her friend were in sight but quite a bit ahead. I tried not to let her get too far ahead, figuring when she stopped to walk, I’d keep running and catch up.
Sure enough, just past the half mile mark, she walked a bit, and I almost caught up to her. But then she shot off again. I’d been running in the 9:30/mile range for 3/4 of a mile by then and I was beat. I took a 30 second walk, and then ran again, slowly creeping up on my daughter during her next walk break.
That’s pretty much how it went the whole race. I’d almost catch up to my daughter, then she’d run off. She never got out of sight. She walked probably 5 different times, which allowed me to gain ground. All the time that I was running, I was running at faster than a 10 minute mile pace, which is excellent for me. But I literally never caught her the whole race.
Altogether the 2 miles took me 22:17, which included three short walks. I was hoping to do it in under 22, so I didn’t miss my goal by much. I did push myself some. But the fact that the next day I didn’t even have sore leg muscles makes me think I could have pushed JUST a little more.
But overall I was happy with the race. It was a lot of fun running ‘with’ my kids. And really, when I think I should be faster, I have to remind myself what a huge lifestyle change I’ve made just becoming a runner. I mean–I’m the girl whose only “C” in high school came in PE, and who then spent the next, oh, 25 years or so avoiding all physical exertion. Two years ago I weighed 20 pounds more than I do today. The fact that I’m now fit enough to run 2 miles in 22 minutes and change is big. I’m happy.
I also got to enjoy all sorts of speedy-race success vicariously. A friend of mine was the first woman across the line. My son in law came in 4th in the 5 mile race. My daughter Erika came in first in her age group for the 2 miles. And my 14 year old son was the 13th racer across the line overall.
One more fun thing: I won one of the raffle prizes! Every year they put together a dozen or so really fun gift baskets and randomly choose racers to win. My basket had a boatload of Starbucks coffee in it, plus gift certificates to restaurants, a hotel, and even our local ski resort. Icing on the cake. All in all it was a really good morning.