St Patricks Day 8k Race Report
|March 14, 2011||Posted by Emily under Uncategorized|
I know I’m from the second smallest state in the country and all, but please tell me that I’m not the only one who finds 6,000+ runners at an 8k race an absolutely insane phenomenon.
At a marathon? Sure. Half marathon? Absolutely. But 8 mother-effing kilometers? That’s just crazy sauce.
Yet somehow, I found myself in the crowd of 6,000 eager runners, ready to channel their inner Irish and kick off their Sunday morning with a 5 mile jaunt around downtown DC.
Yes, I obviously wore green. “Theme Party” has been my middle name since 1984. And no, I did not permanently lose the ability to open my eyes, the sun is blinding me.. I blame day light savings.
I ran 22 miles on Saturday (which, BTdubs, I wasn’t supposed to do. My training plan called for twenty but since I
apparently can’t read am such an overachiever, I did an extra two miles. Stellar work, Emily Sarah) so I knew I was not going to actually race the 8k.
Luckily, I’ve had recent success turning my races into training runs so I decided to do the same thing today. If my legs were feeling okay, it would be tempo time. If fatigued, I would use the 5ish miles for a recovery run.
The Rocketship tagged along for the race. He’s back in action after a few weeks of being sidelined by a shin injury. He was harboring some delusions of keeping up with me and then blasting past me to the finish line. Not to spoil the ending of this race report, but rest assured THAT did not happen.
As soon as the gun went off, I knew a tempo run was in the cards. My legs felt better than fine. Definitely not rested. But full of enough gas to get me across the finish line at tempo pace.
My tempo pace these days is around a 7 minute mile so that was my goal.
At mile 1 my Garmin beeped in at a 6:55. Perfect.
The course was probably the worst course I’ve ever raced on. Word on the street is that there was around 34 turns over the 8 kilometers. In a word: ridiculous.
But we were treated with gorgeous views of the Capitol and all the infuriating out and backs allowed me to see my mom and give her a cheer AND spot The Rocketship…dragging behind me. Who’s the rocketship now, suckaaa?
FYI, The Rocketship is a Newbie Racer. Yesterday he didn’t know you are supposed to wear your bib in a race. Being the selfless runner that I am, I felt I should teach him one of the other classic lessons of racing: getting chicked.
Mile 1- 6:55
Mile 2- 6:57
Mile 3- 6:50
Mile 5- 6:41
Last .1 :34 (5:58 pace)
Yes, I know what you’re thinking, an 8k is UNDER 5 miles…well, apparently it’s really tough to run a course with 34 turns in a straight line.
18/941 Age Group
After the race I headed to the finale of my 3 hour spin class sessions to help my coach teach the class for a couple of hours.
22 miles, an 8k tempo race and 2 hours of spinning later, I was ready to wrap up the end of a great sweaty weekend with mom in town in the best way possible:
Nothing refuels the body better than bloody marys in a pint glass. Trust me, I’ve done the research.