10k

This past Saturday, I ran in the St. Patricks Day 10k race on Fort Rucker. It was my first race as as a grown up and it was a good preparation run for the half-marathon for which I've been training.

I'd by lying if I said it was easy and I'd be lying if I said it was hard. I mean, 6.2 miles isn't a short distance, but it's also not an excessive distance either. The first 4 miles went by quickly and without thought. The last 2 however, were a mental struggle.

I knew I could run it. I've ran 6 miles a few times this year, and last weekend I even ran 7 without problem. I just couldn't seem to shut my mind off those last 2 miles and would walk for 20 seconds, run a few minutes, then walk again. Not a good idea. If I'm going to run, I just need to keep on running.

The good news was I wasn't the slowest in the 10k, or even in my age group, which I was worried about. My pace for the race was faster than all of my non-race long distance runs, and I'm pretty proud of myself for deciding to run the 10k. There was also a 5k race at the same time which majority of the runners out there ran. I'd say it was a 4:1 ratio of 5k runners to 10k runners. Maybe even more. So me running the 10k made me way more awesome than all those 5k runners :)