What a day. 18 miles later and I am pooped! My poor tired body is not used to that much running, with much of it hard. I ran a 10k this morning. Not my best and I am a little disappointed with myself for not pushing harder especially at the end. I ran a 40:4x. The last .25 was up hill and I just shuffled along when I should have pushed harder. I felt pretty log-legged. Maybe it was the mileage creeping up on me. Maybe it was a bad day for me. Maybe I'm just not in as good shape as I think I am. Eh. Who knows. The good news is that I was the third Ohioan so I think I won $200! My first time EVER in the money! Of course that's just plain old luck that the usual ringers didn't show. But, who cares? I'll take it! I think my splits were 20:10 and 20:30 or something close to that. This spring's races are just a baseline from which to build my marathon training, so even 40:40 is my best 10k right now I better just shut up and be happy with it. Right?
In other news the beautiful Joe Positive rolled into town for the marathon. It was a pleasure to meet her and show her the local Starbucks. If times were different and my boob wasn't connected to a baby with a 7:00 bed time I would have loved to share a or several adult beverages with her. But, I'll have to settle for chatting at the expo and giving her a hug before the start. After my race I ran from the midpoint out to around mile 11.5 where I saw her. I turned back and ran with her for about 2 miles. It was super fun and she was chatting and very relaxed. On my way home I stopped off around mile 22 and picked her up again for about a mile and she seemed just as good as last time, only breathing a little harder and not talking so much. What was up with that, Joe? I kid! No one has any business talking at mile 22 of a marathon! The fact that she did at all shows how great she did!
I also ran with my buddy GP for a couple of miles around the half. I could tell she was very nervous about her first attempt at racing a marathon. I tried to keep her spirits up and hope for her 3:45 alive, but when I waited for her at mile 22 I waited and waited and waited and waited and saw her just as I told my other buddy E (who ran a 1:27 half just as I predicted to take second place in the half!) that I had to get home to peanut. She still ran about a 30 minute pr and she sure looked like she was having a lot more fun, so good for her! Yeah GP. Next time she's qualifying for Boston!
But back to my own running, I am feeling a little angsty. Maybe the right word is impatient. I feel so close to pr shape. I am hungry to get out there and log some fast races, but it's just not quite there. I am down below pre-pregnancy weight, but I'm still 3 lbs up from my low racing weight so maybe that's part of it. Maybe the 60 miles per week I'm up to is weighing my legs down before it improves my racing? I don't know. I suppose this is what was nice about having a coach--the objective feedback to make sense of all of this stuff. Maybe you, my dear readers, have some insight? What's reasonable to expect? Are pr's on my near horizon? Is it just a matter of consistency and patience?