April 29, 2013 § Leave a comment
What I’m reading this week:
- “Draft No. 4” by John McPhee (The New Yorker, April 29, 2013)
- “The Fragments” by Joshua Farris (The New Yorker, April 29, 2013)
- Good Prose: The Art of Nonfiction by Tracy Kidder and Richard Todd (2013)
Plus a film on my must-see list for when the weather turns colder later in the week:
- Margaret (2011)
April 27, 2013 § 2 Comments
Ahhhh — Get in Gear (GIG) — the official kickoff to Minnesota running season. Nerves often get the best of me before a race, and considering last week’s fiasco, I was extra jumpy even though this was a totally different course and conditions (flatter, sunnier, warmer, iceless).
GIG and I are not BFFs. I ran the 2K in 1992 (I thought it was for all ages and didn’t realize until the start that it was for kids only — major humiliation, especially considering most of the rascals beat me). And I ran the 10K in 1995 as part of my marathon training and remember not particularly feeling great on that run.
This time it started out fine. Then between miles one and two, my energy crashed. This was beyond an I’ve-hit-the-wall moment. The urge to stop (i.e., pass out) was great, so I kept promising myself presents post race if I could just make it to the end — water, Gatorade, sparkling wine, a new couch.
Each mile after that was a struggle, especially the huge uphill on the East River Road, which is never a fun one unless you’re hurtling down it. I just wanted to collapse in the street and nap while I waited for the ambulance to come and scrape me off the pavement. Kudos to my mind for getting me over the matter and discomfort.
I somehow miraculously made it to the end. After I crossed the finish line, a woman in front of me started puking. I nodded my head in agreement. That was a tough one, sister. As her boyfriend tended to her, I headed out in search of Gatorade to keep from meeting the same fate.
My friend Connie came out to cheer on her husband Greg (5K), her niece Becky (10K), and me. That was awesome. And I saw my friend Tami on the course wearing perfect pink knee-highs and envied her for it.
Miraculously, despite my low energy, my pace was the best I’ve had all year (and several minutes faster than when I ran the GIG 10K in my mid-20s). What? I crack myself up.
The 10K facts:
- Time: 53:50 (8:40 pace)
- Overall place: 957/3424
- Female: 272/1917
- Division (F40-44): 31/258