I realized that I wrote about my 10-mile race training, gross feet and all, but never reported my result (I guess that means I am a lousy sports reporter).
I finished the 10 mile Broad Street Run in 2 hours, 11 min. My first mile, I did in under 10 minutes (at which point I realized it was going to be a long day). Mile 2 took 11 minutes, Mile 3, 12 minutes. Mile 4 took 14 minutes, and then the blisters kicked in.
I walked mile five, past city hall, ran mile 6, walked miles 7 and eight, and ran miles 9 and 10. Well, run really isn't the correct term. Jog in place and lean forward would be more accurate.
Of course, the people who I ran with finished with the Kenyans in about 45 minutes (that's right, 10 miles in 45 minutes). They were bored by the time I crossed the finish line, so without stopping, we hiked the half mile back to the car as soon as I was done. I'm most proud that I didn't pass out until long after the hour-long car ride home or after discovering salt crystals had formed on my face from all of the evaporated sweat, or after my knees locked into 135-degree angles and would not bend or straighten another degree.
No long-distance races in the near future, but I am running the Central-South Jersey Komen Race for the Cure 5k on October 3rd. Despite it being 5 months after the Broad Street Run, I at least know I have the mental fortitude to go a measly 3.1 miles.
