Runners take your mark! Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one… Go!!! I’m doing great, pacing myself, and staying in front of the grandmas and grandpas. Yes! After about 1.5 miles I slow down, oopsie. My failure to train kicked in.
If you remember, the 2012 MB10K was my first race ever. I trained for four weeks that year and walked (7.2 miles) to work once a week. I proudly crossed the finish line in 1:14:04 (74 mins 4 secs), but planned to do it in 60 minutes the next year (2013).
So here were are, back at the 2013 MB10K and my pace has slowed. People are passing me, too many people. Oh no! I start running again, but soon after I take another walk break. I find no joy in running, I like the challenge and the results.
Two weeks before the 2013 race, my end time goal went from 60 minutes to just beating my 2012 time. People on the sidelines were really cheering us in about 2 miles from the finish line. “You can do it! You’re almost there!” and then I heard “These are the slow runners”. I picked up my pace and anxiously crossed the finish line in 1:13:25 (73 mins 25 sec).