This is the third year of this race, and my third year doing it. I guess I’ll have to do it every year, from now on, til the end of time. Because, as you may have guessed, when I start a streak, I have a hard time stopping.
I only signed up for the race on Monday, though. I wasn’t planning on running it, but Heather asked, and I relented. I haven’t been running a ton lately, so I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to run the whole thing. I ran the whole thing (8k is a hair shy of 5 miles – and I mean really, it’s 4.97 miles) for the past two years, and I didn’t think this year it would be possible.
But I looked at the weather forecast, and it looked fine – overcast and coolish.
So, you know, I did it. I mean, not much to say. I started running (at what I judged, very nicely, to be a 12 minute mile) and just didn’t stop. I mean, that’s how you do it, right? I had Runkeeper on to tell me every 3 minutes how my pace was, so that helped, though I think the GPS must’ve gotten wonky during mile 2, because suddenly it wasn’t exactly the same as the race course. (There were timing mats at every mile, which was nice.
Anyhoo, that’s about it. I wanted to finish in under and hour, and voila:
I mean, talk about just coming in under the wire! 59:59!
A few notes about the race:
I find the classification as anyone slower than 11 minute miles as a walker pretty insulting. I didn’t walk a step.
I drank a Guinness at the end. I don’t really like Guinness, but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world at 10am today.
Now I suppose I may as well sign up for next year now, when it’s super cheap.