hello my name is emily, and I am a competition addict
|September 27, 2009||Posted by Emily under Uncategorized|
Like today, at the DCRR National Capital 20 miler, my competitive spirit was definitely ON.
I entered this race for two purposes: 1) to complete my September race and 2) to force myself to do a 20 mile run after failing with the whole snake on the canal incident.
The race was great. My mom would have loved it because the T-Shirt was good (long sleeve tech, good fit, color and design). I loved it because it was a beautiful, slightly challenging course, with a good field of runners and stellar race support. I kept trying to tell myself to take it as a training run, and I did, but then I would look down at my Garmin and see that I was holding my miles under pace, or I would hear the patter of feet on the pavement behind me, or see a runner within striking distance ahead, and I just could not let myself back off.
My goal was to finish at pace for a BQ, which I did. Most of my miles were under pace and I had 3 miles that were way slow. One to tie my shoe, one to stop and eat a packet of sports beans and one to climb a mile long hill at the end of the race. My hope is that with Chicago being flatter and more adrenaline crazed, I will be able to maintain it for the last 6 miles. Also, I will probably actually give myself some rest the day before the marathon, unlike yesterday when I fatigued the shit out of my hamstrings by going on my first hard bike ride in 8 weeks. Felt that mistake on the hills. Overall, great race and left me feeling good for a BQ, if not in Chicago, certainly in Richmond or Phoenix. I finished the race feeling strong and under pace and had enough left to sprint to the finish line. I placed well, snagged an age group win (and a sweet ass mug) and felt good about my time.
Favorite race moment: Passing a guy in the last 2 miles. Having him look at me, see that I was a girl passing him and hearing him say “Oh FUCK” in reaction. I usually go with the “nice job” or “good running” when people pass me…I think I might start mixing in some profantities to liven it up a bit.
Least favorite race moment: Last mile of the course- I see the school we started at up ahead. Pass a race volunteer, “Just around the corner…you’re almost there!” I run around the corner. No finish in sight. Pass next race volunteer, same refrain “The finish is close! Just go around the corner!” Again, I round the corner and see more cones. After 4 or 5 of these corners teasing me with a finish line…I finally round the corner and see the finish! But I am shepherded onto a track first…and must complete an entire quarter mile lap before the finish line. Note to race directors: don’t end a 20 mile race with a track workout. Note to volunteers: do not tell me the finish line is near if there is a mile, or even a half mile, to go. The finish line can only be called “close” when I can reach my arm out and touch it.