Posted By Kristabella on April 23, 2012
As I mentioned in my last post, I had a race on Saturday that was 4.2 miles long. It was the Chicago Shadow Run of Pat’s Run that was going on at the same time in Tempe, AZ. It’s pretty cool – the main race is like 30,000 people running in Tempe and finishing on the field at Sun Devil Stadium. And in the meantime, dozens of alumni associations across the country are running at the same time in support of Pat. It was a very cool thing to be a part of.
I was thinking that I’d really like to run it in Tempe next year. But it was like 100 degrees there this year, so I’m not sure about that. It was 40 here. Quite chilly, in fact, as we all stood around waiting for our race to start and I was glad I wore my jacket. (Although, I wasn’t glad as I started moving around and was a bit too warm with it on.)
There were about 20 people who ran. I was the slowest runner on the trail. I started out at the end of the pack as the real runners took off like rockets. I ran a lot of the race in last place. I really, really didn’t want to finish last, but I really, really didn’t want to overdo it.
So I ran my own pace. I had my phone and listened to the live Nerdist Podcast that I saw the week before. It was a nice refresher since I forgot some of the hilariousness. I wanted to run the whole thing and knew that slow and steady was the way to go.
The race was actually on a path that is right near my house, one that I run on every weekend. A little after mile 1, we hit the turnaround at the northern-most part of the race. About that time, we had a few walkers. I finally was ahead of someone! Yay!
I just kept it going. Kept to my pace. And then people started walking more. And people started running slower. By the time we got to the next turnaround, a bunch of people that had lapped me had finished, but I had also moved ahead of a few people.
I really wanted to walk near the end. But the odd thing was it wasn’t because I was unable to run. It’s completely a mental thing. I wanted to walk because I could. And I felt like it was too much and I was overexerting myself. But I wasn’t. I was fine. So I kept running.
I finished in 42 minutes, according to my GPS. It was also a little shy of 4 miles. BUT! I ran for 42 minutes straight without stopping. FORTY TWO MINUTES! That is a first. I’m super proud of myself and how far I’ve come. I remember when three minutes straight was HARD.
Now that I know I can do it, I hope that helps my brain not always want to walk when we don’t need to. Either that or I’m pretending that every run is a race and I can’t finish last.