Five Things I Learned During My First Race
1) I am woefully unprepared, and have a lot of work to-do before Oct. 2
2) 6.2 Miles is a really long way to walk/run. 13.1 is feeling a bit scarier.
3) It's not really all that bad being last as long as your finishing.
4) I think I'm going to have to make some trip itinerary changes.
5) I am woefully unprepared and have a lot of work to-do before Oct. 2
Yesterday was the big day of my first ever race, a 10K that I was woefully unprepared for. Other than a few brief walks, and a few Zumba classes per week I hadn't done any training at all. Not one run at all. With that knowledge in hand I showed up Sunday morning to face the 6.2 miles with my sister in law, while my brother was running the half marathon being held the same day. I had stayed over at their house the night before to save myself some time in the morning. The race was held in upstate CT, so it was closer to say at their house and drive to the race with them. Even with staying at their house, we still had about a 40 minute drive in the morning to get to the race site.
We didn't arrive quite as early as we would have liked, but we still had plenty of time to get through the check in lines. The 10K race was starting about 15 minutes before the half and 5k races so my SIL gave our race shirts to my brother to throw in the car and headed over to the 10K starting line. The crowd for the 10K didn't seem too overwhelming. Knowing I was going to be slow, I opted to stay at the back of the pack, so my SIL split up and she headed up more for a better position. It ended up being a wise decision. Soon the starting gun went off and everyone started running. I knew that with my lack of training running the entire race was out of the question. I had my ipod, so my goal going in was to run one song (at least - possibly two), then walk a song and repeat that pattern.
Unfortunately that plan didn't quite work for me. Sunday in CT was a humid, overcast day with forecasts for bad rain all morning long. As soon as I started to run, my lungs started to seize up and I was having a bit of an asthma attack. I switched to walking for awhile, got my breathing under control, and then tried again. In no time flat I was gasping for air again. I started walking again, and even with that I was still having difficulties breathing. It took quite awhile to get my breathing back to a normal pace. I decided that it just wasn't worth it to try running again, so I essentially walked my entire 10K. At this point I was just about alone on the coarse. Everyone had passed me! There was one man a few yards ahead of me, but there was no one else around us. I am slow! Nevertheless I kept plugging along. There was a checkpoint at the first mile and I was at about a 16 minute mile.
At about the 2/3 mile point the slight drizzle that had been going on picked up and all of a sudden I was caught up in torrential downpoar! I was completely soaked in a matter of seconds. I think I need to start wearing a hat or visor when I run. It would have been helpful had I been wearing something to keep the water out of my eyes. This was just about at the point when the half marathoners caught up with me.

I actually got passed by my brother who tapped me while running by with a friend of his. That's a lovely feeling.

The guy in front of me, started running a bit and pulled even more ahead of me. I was still surrounded by the half marathoners when the two courses split at about mile 4. That's when my brother passed me a second time.

He had already looped around his split. Just after the course split I had the entire road to myself. The 10K was held in a rural area of CT, surrounded by a lot of farms and picturesque homes. I couldn't see the guy in front of me any longer.
Eventually I reemerged on the main road, and was seeing the half marathoners again. I didn't mind the walking, but it was a bit dull sometimes, even with my ipod playing. If I was going to have to walk this entire thing it would have been nice to have someone to chat a bit with.

Still I was on the downward stretch now, and I kept reminding myself of that as I kept going.
Mile 5 came quickly, and before I knew it I was at mile 6. I was feeling pretty pooped at this point. My hands had also started swelling somewhere around mile 5 and were feeling really uncomfortable. It's a problem I've had before when I run, so I wasn't really surprised by it. As I neared the finish line, I was a bit embarassed by some of the cheering. 10Kers had different colored bibs than the half marathoners so it was obvious I was a straggling 10Ker. People were cheering me on specifically which was great, but I was a bit self concious of it. I had wanted to try to run the last .2 miles so I could cross the finish line running. I just couldn't do it though. My legs were just too tired at this point, and I ended up crossing the finish line walking as half marathoners were passing me by. I grabbed a bottle of water someone was handing me, as well as my goodie bag. I was a bit saddened to realized that there were no medals given out to 10K finishers. Only half marathoners.

Makes sense, but this felt like such an accomplishment to me, it was worthy of a medal.

I had been hoping to at least finish with a Disney worthy pace under a 16 minute mile, but it wasn't to be. I was over by nearly a minute with a 16'56" pace. My SIL was waiting just by the finish line, so I took a seat on a small fence, and we waited for my brother to finish his half marathon. I was convinced that I was the last 10Ker to finish, but about 15 minutes or so after I crossed the line another woman came across. Being there myself I had to give her a big round of applause. When the results got posted later last night, it turns out there was yet another 10K finisher, quite some time after me.
I didn't quite finish last, but close. Actually it's possible that I was really last. If the two people who officially finished after me started late, it's possible that their start times didn't get registered correctly. I had mixed feelings at the end of the race. Yes, I was thrilled to have done it, and have finished at all, but let's be honest. Last is still last. There is still that part of me that feels like I let myself down by not training. I might not have felt this so greatly, had there been other walkers out on the course, but I felt pretty alone out there for a large portion of the race. I've been telling myself I should feel proud of what I did, some people couldn't even walk a 10K, yet I could, and I tried to run and that's all that counts.
It really was a vivid reminder though of the work I need to do to for the Wine and Dine. I'll be honest and say that I'm a bit more nervous about that now after doing this 10K. 6.2 miles felt like a heck of a long walk to me. I can't imagine doing nearly another 6 miles walking let alone running. It's going to be a lot of work to get ready for that, but I'm going to be putting my best effort in. I may have to make some itinerary changes though for that trip. I am incredibly sore today. I'm fine as long as I'm either walking or sitting, but moving between those two things is killing me today. My calves are just a little tight, not bad at all, but my upper leg area is really bad. It's not quite my thighs, and not quite my hips. I don't know exactly what to call the part of my body that is aching the most. Really it's the area, right where the leg joings the body, but not quite my hips.
I have the plan in place for the Half. I was going to start today, but as I can barely walk today I'm going to try for tomorrow.