The Wicked 10K 2014

So I wish I was in a better mood to write a great race report, but… here it goes.

I've said it numerous times but this has been a very different year from last year, but in the past few months I decided to work with a running coach and do a more structured approach to my training and focus on a PR in Boston 2015. I've never had expert direction before, and honestly, never really thought I could stick to the plan. But I've been trying to do it. It helps take my mind off my ironman dreams being put on hold.

And I caught the bug again to RACE. Just get out there and be involved in an event with a medal, a post race party, and good buddies.

So instead of doing the Beach 2 Battleship Full Distance Triathlon as originally planned, I did the Wicked 10K here in Virginia Beach on Saturday morning. Slight differences in mileage, but a race nonetheless.

My good friend Lauren and I decided to dress up as hunters and chase down our prey: Lauren's husband, aka "Bambi".

Mmmmm Bambi

 So I know, I know. What a raunchy costume for a vegan. I'm sure some of my plant-based buddies were horrified at my ironic and paradoxical joke. But… it was funny, after all, and even more so to know that the deer was far behind us stifled in his latex mask trying to ventilate and lived to drink a beer with us after the race (or two).

Race morning was beautiful. You couldn't ask for better. Sunny and in the upper 50's low 60's. I was stupid and ran a 12 miler with a tempo finish the day before, but I figured it was just 6 miles. My PR for this distance was a 52:22, set in 2011 I think, and so even if I was a bit tired I thought a new PR was in reach.

I decided to try to hold pace with Lauren, who has trained her ass off in the past year and is a recent ironman. Her paces have been dropping like a bomb. She was rested and ready. I felt okay, but reminded myself that I'm 17 years her senior so I needed to get a reality check.

We took off and finished our first mile in 7:06. Second mile 7:08. I wasn't feelin' it. We turned into the wind on the boardwalk and I felt a wave of fatigue. Lauren surged ahead a bit. I didn't have the fire to turn it on then so while I kept her blazing orange vest in my sights I couldn't catch up.

I didn't feel miserable, but challenged. The last mile was a bit better running with the wind behind us. I saw Lauren cross the finish about 30 seconds before me but I had a lil' bit in the tank to pick it up slightly.

I was happy with my time. A PR by 7 whole minutes.

See? Bambi lived.

LOL

I found out I got first in my age group. I'm not going to lie. This was BIG for me. It was a huge race.. over 5 thousand people.

Privately, I felt like crying a little for so many reasons. First and foremost, I felt proud for running it faster than I imagined I could. The training my coach has been designing for me has really started to show its efficacy lately. After the Shamrock Marathon over 7 months ago I went through a mental and physical breakdown and wondered if I could ever regain my mojo and my heart for this sport. Whether that was the "peak" and I would start my downslide. 

But it seems I still have a little left in me.

But mostly, I was feeling less of an athlete because I had to defer that ironman, and like I was only a fraction of the person I was last year. This race was the shot in the arm I needed to feel strength again. I felt the possibilities in me. I felt hopeful. Energized. It made all of my recent disappointments evaporate away for a day.

Trophy day. 

Now onward. I feel like I need to keep beast mode alive. I have a half marathon in exactly one month and another PR in my sights, so I will continue to keep myself toeing the line.