It’s been a few weeks since we ran Tobacco Road and I ‘ve had plenty of time for reflection. First let me start off and say what an awesome race this is! Perfectly organized and a wonderful, flat course. This is where I want to qualify for Boston someday. Tobacco Road gives so much back to the community. Truly top notch!
I had made some great improvements last fall and was very proud of where running was taking me. However, after Thunder Road and Skinny Turkey, I have to admit I was a little burnt out and I took much of December off. Then January and February came and I missed a lot of runs due to ice and snow. I should have hit the treadmill more. I did some but not nearly enough. For the 3 weeks leading up to Tobacco Road our granddaughter was born, I got very sick with a stomach bug, and then my mother passed away. Running was not my top priority to say the very least.
Happily, I did make it to a lot of my Cross Fit classes. Not all of those either but most of them. I adore my coach and all the new friends I ‘ve made. I am in awe of my friend “Animal” and how strong she is! My goal for the year is to be able to do 10 full push-ups on my toes, a least one pull-up, and 10 Double Unders.
When Tobacco Road began, I knew in the first mile that things were not going to go well. I had decided that I was going to run straight without any run/walk breaks. That first mile was really tough.
Then things started to change and miles 2-6.5 were actually pretty good. I started day dreaming and thinking of things I could report in this race recap. I fantasized and dreamed of saying that only Cross Fit gave me the power to PR.
I love the trail part of the race. When I stepped off the road and onto the trail it felt like I was stepping on a cloud. The packed dirt is so much softer on these old bones than the pavement.
Coming to the turnaround, my ITB started talking to me. Not really hurting, but foreshadowing of things to come. Cross Fit is awesome but running consistently is the only thing that can give me the endurance I need in distance running. I hadn’t walked at all up until this point but at mile 9 something in me said why not? I thought I’d walk for a tenth of a mile or so. A full mile later, I started to run again. No luck. I’ve tried this before and I know better. I can’t stop in a race or walk too much or I’m in danger of not being able run again. Then I started to think to myself that I’d just keep walking and wait until Ron caught up with me and then I’d run the rest of the way with him.
Well at mile 11 my smiling husband passed me, waved, and just.kept.trucking. I tried to run with him but there was no doing. An old lady marathon maniac passed me and mentioned that I looked like I was in pain. She was right. My ITB has never hurt more! I figured right then and there I better just suck it up and walk it in. I did manage to run across the finish line but that was it. I walked 4 full miles of the 13.1 race.
Here’s my results:
For a better breakdown, here’s my splits from my Garmin:
Ron finished in 2:55 and was on top of the world all day. He was a wee bit concerned with my injury but was beaming with pride that he beat me fair and square.
I’ve done much better this month and have gotten in 2 5 milers, a 7, a 9 and almost all of the Tuesday and Thursday 3-4 mile runs with my Centennial Running friends. Today I’m shooting for an 11. Next week’s Rock-n-Roll Raleigh Half should be rockin’! I sure hope so.
Most importantly, I’ve done my ITB exercises.
Happy Easter! Happy Running!