>> Sunday, March 16, 2008
Pharmie and I ran the “Saint Patrick’s Day Human Race” 8K this afternoon. It was 32 degrees when we were getting ready to go, so we wore shorts! It’s a frickin’ heat wave! Here’s Pharmie getting laced up:
I had my usual 3 goals: what I KNEW I could do, what I HOPED I would do, and my CRAZY goal that would be something to shoot for. For this 8K (5 miles), I knew I could run it in 32 minutes, I hoped to break 31, and my crazy goal was to break 30 minutes. That would be 6-minute miles. I didn’t know how realistic my crazy goal was, but it’s always fun to dream.
Anyway, back at the starting line: Bang. We were off. I was farther back than I should have been, so I passed about 100 people in the first mile.
Mile 1: 6:27. Well, not as fast as I had hoped, but it was the first mile of battling through the crowds.
Mile 2: 6:03. Better, better...
Mile 3: 6:17. OK, so I’m not going to break 30 minutes, but I’m still gonna run my little butt off.
Mile 4: 6:09. Not bad. Just before mile 4, I started hurting. It was nice that the “mile 4 marker” was on a bit of a downhill, so I tried to use that momentum. My right side was tight and sore, which bummed me out because I’ve been SO GOOD at doing my core exercises lately. Anyway, I was hurting but moving good. I kept picking up the pace. I crossed the finish line at a nice (but painful) clip.
Mile 5: 5:30. Sweet.
Total: 30:28 (official time: 30:30)
Place: 121 out of 1033
While I was in the large finishers chute area waiting for Pharmie, I ran into Josh, an old high school classmate. I hadn’t seen him since graduation, and I had heard that he was becoming a speedy runner (he was speedy in high school, but I heard he was getting faster and faster). He had placed 5th in 25:03. CRAZY!!
Stay tuned for more news about how hairy I am. There’s a story I need to share with you all shortly about earlier this weekend... Thanks for reading!