So I raced the YMCA Harvest Fair 10K this morning.
On a side note, I really think there must be something to what you choose to wear when you race. Like, when I went to Fleet Feet yesterday to pick up my race packet I found this skirt on the CLEARANCE rack.
Now granted, this looks purple. The skirt I got is this really nice blue (that they didn't have on their website) that matches my Team Aquaphor top quite nicely.
When I was all outfitted this morning a little squeal escaped my mouth as I looked in the mirror: I LOOKED SOOOOOO CUTE!!! I just thought "wow, for once I feel like I look girly and cute as opposed to wearing stuff that's strictly sporty-manly. NICE."
So, I felt cute and I think that helped.
Because I PR'd. And I won my age group! And I think I got like, 7th or 8th woman overall.
Early on I passed a woman that looked like she was in my age group. I had glanced back once mid-race and didn't see her. So imagine my surprise at mile 4 when I realized she was on my heels. Then at mile 4.75 she passed me. She said "Don't worry, I'm 50." I kind of laughed and I said "oh, I really did think you might be in my age group!" (later she said that she didn't have the breath to respond, but wanted to say "girl, you must need some sugar then because you're not seeing very well!"). So I sort of backed off just a little, slightly relieved.
But then at like, mile 5.5 I thought "well the HELL WITH THAT. I WANT TO BREAK 45:00. AND I DON'T CARE IF SHE'S NOT IN MY AGE GROUP, I AM GOING TO BEAT HER, DAMMIT!" So I picked it up as we went up this little incline and passed her at the top and began to round the corner toward the 6 mile mark. "Good job," she said. "THANKS, YOU TOO" I breathlessly yelled back.
I wanted to break 45:00 SOOOO BADLY. And as I was coming down the final line I was at 44:00 and thought "I don't think I'm gonna make it. I just don't" Then I told myself "SHUT UP YES YOU WILL. YES. YOU. WILL."
So I ran hard. Like, just as hard as I did last week during my XC race and it hurt SO BADLY. But I was going to do everything I could to break 45:00.
Sadly enough, it didn't happen. I did 45:05. But 5 seconds isn't too bad. It means it's possible for next time!!
Now I'm going to go eat lunch and drink wine.