I had some goals in mind for it: My "A" goal was to finish sub-26:00. It would be tough, but I thought I could maybe do it. My "B" goal was to finish sub-27:00. My previous PR (personal record) was 27:17, so my "C" goal was to just PR with anything less than that.
I had fun getting ready this morning, dressing festively for the St. Patty's race. I wore the green sparkle skirt that I made for Jessica and me, and black running capris and a black shirt. I wore my green wrist warmers that I made, along with a headband that I made out of leftover fabric from the skirts. Oh, and Jessica sprayed my hair green:
The race didn't start until noon, so Jessica and I left at around 10:00 this morning for Detroit. We found it easily enough, and parked in a spot that worried me we'd get towed. There were already a lot of people there. We met up with my friend Renee and her husband (her husband Dave was running) and their kids. Jessica and I walked around and got a couple of pictures:
|Jessica has a thing for men in kilts ;)|
The truth was, I was really discouraged by the number of people in this race, and I had a feeling it meant I wasn't going to hit my goals. I knew that if I wore the Garmin, I would constantly be looking to make sure I hit that 8:20ish pace to get a sub-26:00 time. So by choosing not to wear the Garmin, I was basically saying that I would just let it be. I would run for fun, and if I didn't meet any of my goals, so be it.
When it was time to race, I got up near the front but not TOO close to the start line. I didn't want to get stuck with all the walkers and run/walkers, because it's hard to dodge people in a crowd of 8,000. When the gun sounded, I could barely trot, let alone run. It was super packed.
As always in the beginning of a race, my mouth went dry and my heart was racing before I even got to my "happy pace". I get so nervous, and then the adrenaline on top of nerves just makes me feel like my chest is going to explode. I couldn't stop thinking about how dry my mouth was.
The first half-mile or so was pretty difficult to have a steady pace, because people were weaving all over the place. I just tried not to fall, and that was all that was on my mind. About a mile of the course was on a brick road, and that was hard to run on. The bricks weren't very even in areas, so I was just trying to watch my footing.
Since it was an out-and-back route, at mile 1.5 we had to go around a big inflatable pole thing and run back to the start. When I got to the 2-mile marker, a man was yelling out times, and he said that it was 15:45 from the gun start. When I heard that, I thought, "Holy shit! That's less than an 8-minute mile that I'm running!!" Figuring that I didn't cross the start line until about 15 seconds after the gun time, I figured I was running about an 8:00/mi pace. I stepped it up a little there with one mile to go, but I was really feeling exhausted.
The last mile seemed to go on forever! However, at the very end, you have to go around a corner and then the finish line is about 1/10th of a mile after that turn. So the finish line kind of sprang up on me unexpectedly, which was nice.
As I got close to the clock, I saw it read 27:14, so I knew I didn't hit my 'A' goal. I almost just slowed down since I didn't reach the goal, but I realized that 27:17 was my previous PR, so I wanted to finish before that number hit. I crossed the finish line running HARD, and the clock said 27:16--it was then that I realized that I forgot to take into account my chip time, so my time was actually less than that. I knew that the 2-mile mark of 15:45 had to have been wrong. I know I didn't slow down the third mile.
And since I didn't wear my Garmin, I had no clue what my results were!
We went to a bar for a little while, hanging around outside (it was super crowded). I had a beer there. Renee and Dave left with their boys, and Jessica and I walked around a little bit more and chatted with a friend of hers. We left right as the parade was starting. Even if we wanted to see the parade, it was way too crowded to see anything.
|This was just one small part of the sidewalk|
I looked up my results when I got home:
Anyway, here is the medal we got--it's pretty nice!