|Elevation gain 1,300'|
And this is a race that gives me the jitters. Part of that is due to it is a small race in terms of turnout. It makes me wonder how crazy I am to embark on this journey not once, but twice, and with plans to keep coming back for more. I love how it is organized and that there is no race bib. They have a great popsicle stick method for keeping us all straight and like I said, the turnout is small and I am sure that helps. This is one of the many races I love to do that are hosted by Valley Isle Road Runners.
The race starts in Makawao at Seabury, a beautiful school campus. After a pep talk telling us the course, that it is hard, that it is uphill, that we should add 10-15 minutes to our 10K PR for our expected end time, etc. we are off. You would think I would have been completely ready to go after lining up but not really. I was more focused on pulling dear hubby back a bit from the front to allow the local "elite" to get up front to fight it out until the end. One benefit of racing with the same crowd a lot is that you know who is fast and who you don't want to stick to. Plus for me it is a sign of courtesy to not crowd those going out fast. Let them have their space. I have the whole race course to have my space.
When we would told to go, I went....obviously. I diligently started my Nike GPS app and then put my earphones in place while running. I told you I wasn't completely ready but this was no problem. I know how to deal with earphones while running. The race starts with two loops around the field at the school and I wanted to start out good like last year. Perhaps a fast start but a good start. I like it that way for this race. Shortly into the second loop I swallowed a bug. Nice protein, huh? I took a sip of my nuun to rinse it down and kept on running and then it occurred to me. I am up here running with dear hubby and the guys. Hmmm....not good since I am not the fastest running girl out here. It wasn't until we hit the road that some ladies passed me. I was okay with that since I realized I was running 1 minute per mile faster than my target pace for the race. In hindsight I wonder if I should have pushed it a bit more and tried to secure a better overall standing but I will save that for another year.
2 miles in I was still running faster than my goal race. I did the first uphill fine but we were coming to the big long hill and it knocked my pace back....significantly. But it must have been doing the same for all since those in front of me weren't pulling away that I could tell and those behind me weren't passing us. I was happy and I was at my overall goal pace. But I knew I couldn't keep the pace too slow for too long. I had to push it.
After the big hill there was a bit of a downhill. I pushed it and flew and enjoyed the feel of the breeze through my hair and we passed one lady. I liked it. Sorry I did. Score 1! The hills came back and my pace eased up. Honestly, there is a delicate line between pushing yourself and killing yourself. I wanted to race well and finish strong. Not die at mile 5.8 or something crazy like that.
However, there was that guy in front of us. I was determined to pass him. We did. Score 2! And we kept running. I really think dear hubby was giving me words of encouragement along the way but it was hard to make out. My mind was focused on running and absorbing my tunes, which remarkably were perfectly aligned with my running. I made my play list perfect for this run and the run faster songs and run with soul songs came on just when I needed them. Amazing!
Dear hubby and I both placed 1st in our divisions. A happy ending to running together, don't you think? And he kept saying he was not with me at the end. I thought he was right behind me.....but look. Oops....how did I lose him?