I ran the Frostbite 15K Sunday January 22nd, which was also my son's birthday!! It wasn't a frost fest this year. Quite the opposite. Humid, drizzling, and gray skies as far as the eye could see, but great running weather minus a few wind gusts.
The Frostbite is put on by the Richmond Road Runners: the course is spot on, chip timed, no medals, finishers shirt, pizza after the race, $$ cheap entry, starts at 9 a.m. sharp.
428 finishers this year.
They usually post finisher's video with the results, but so far my video window remains blank :( Update! It is not blank anymore...type 35 (bib #) if you want to see me cross the line.
good shirt this year - it is not a tech shirt, but it is a lightweight cotton.
I woke up race morning and hit the snooze button a few times. I finally dragged myself downstairs about 6:45 a.m., drank a cup of coffee, took care of cat duties, ate a few bites of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and about 8 pistachios, then got dressed and drove a half hour to the start line.
I had 10 minutes when I arrived, did the standard porta potty stop and boooom! Off and running...
I made 10 min. miles my goal.
I have been having a hard time sustaining this pace for any length of time, so it seemed like the right goal so I could challenge myself and feel accomplished.
(and it never rained LOL)
- Wear my brooks vest, it keeps me feeling dry, but air can circulate
- phone in ziploc in my running belt
- visor keeps rain out of my eyes
- feetures socks - mid weight (because they don't slide one me when wet)
- Leave the orthotics at home (they feel awful when wet) I have never run more than a few miles w/o them!
I took off and felt exuberant and thankful it was not raining hard (as predicted), so I wore my headphones, enjoyed my music and had one Nuun tablet in my handheld.
Word of the day...consistent. I am not good at running a steady pace, so I tried to find that goal pace and just stay at it.
I wondered when my lack of training would show itself. I have struggled the past two months not feeling well, the Panama City Beach half marathon Dec. 3rd, was the last time I actually covered 9 miles.
I probably should have used intervals due to my lack of running the last few months, but the reason I signed up for this is because I wanted to run every step of a race. My feet can not handle the half marathon distance anymore with out intervals, and while I appreciate I can run a half that way, I miss being able to take off and run without pausing.
The first few miles I settled into my pace, enjoyed the fact it wasn't raining, hummed along to my playlist, enjoyed running in a "new" area, thought about trying to pick up the pace about midway, and appreciated how the racing atmosphere helped me to dig a little deeper.
I told myself if I was feeling okay after four miles I would try to pick up the pace, and I did!
BUT, I realized I was going to burn out, my energy was tanking fast! Around mile five I reached for my pack of honey stingers chews in my vest and realized I forgot them! My Nuun was gone too. I asked for Gatorade at two water stops to fill up my handheld but they only had water...booooo! I could have used a little energy boost.
I had been around the same three ladies almost the whole race. My race plan became hang with the group; and up and down the hills we went. Nothing crazy huge, but it sure isn't a flat course!
I felt a few twinges of pain in the ball of my feet but nothing awful, and then right at mile eight, the pressure started. It kind of feels like someone is standing on my foot pressing down, like I am being squished and I am going to blow toes two and three right off. It was all in my right foot, which has become my nemesis foot. Thankfully, my left foot was behaving so I was trying to wiggle my toes back and forth, and land a little different to see if I could relieve the pressure.
SO...here I am in the last freaking mile feeling wonky from the pain, and I had to give in and walk. Stupid foot felt like fire...I walked 90 seconds. It felt like an eternity! I tried to run as hard as I could to make up the time, but my last mile would end being my slowest :(
I was so close to running every step of the race!
At mile marker nine I started pushing hard, I finished as strong as I could. My right foot was throbbing, but the walking calmed it enough so I could rally a little at the end.
I was tickled I was actually consistent! Okay, truth be told, I got SUPER lucky I had some ladies around me who are better at pacing than I!!
A few more insights from this race I will carry with me:
- I need to remember my fuel when trying to run a challenging pace LOL Duh!! I can't believe I left my honey stingers on the table.
- Set expectations for where you are currently at.
- Based on my runs the past two months, this is a strong run.
- I still get discouraged at times over the damage in my feet but I will not give up.
- Took another huge step in the letting go process...I will not beat myself up over, or wish for, what I "used" to be able to do!
- Don't sweat the small stuff. It is just running.
- My feet seem to have about an eight mile limit for steady runs. I made this discovery during marathon training and even with my lower mileage the past few months, my feet gave up and the pain kicked in at about the same point. I should use intervals for anything longer than 8 miles, but I just got stubborn and wanted to test those limits again.
- I felt very accomplished with my effort and there is no way I would have pushed myself this hard on a training run.
My next racing adventure is a half marathon towards the end of February. My main mission right now is to get some kind of routine going and rebuild my endurance!
Thanks for reading my recap and sharing my journey with me :)
Have you raced the 15K distance recently?
Are you good at keeping the pace consistent?
Any February plans?