I couldn't think of a clever title . . . sorry.
I wanted to share my 10k race report from the weekend.
Saturday was a local 5k and 10k race. The 5k had 900 participants and the 10k had 300. I ran the 10k while pushing DD in the baby jogger. I haven't run more than 3 miles with her this season, so I knew it would be tough.
We had a rough morning getting to the race. From the start I was stressed and on edge, which was not good. Then, 3 minutes before the start I was told they didn't allow joggers in the race. I was there alone and had no one to watch DD. It was either race with her or not at all. I asked them to show me in the brochure where it said joggers weren't allowed--and they couldn't. She admitted that it wasn't in any of their literature. So, DD and I raced. Afterall, this is supposed to be a big family event, I thought parents running with their children would be fully embraced.
It was 84 degrees and sunny. The first 3 miles were in full sun without a breeze. I had never felt so sick in a race before. I thought for certain I would either pee my pants or vomit (sorry for the tmi). DD seemed to be having fun and I passed her snacks and a cup every now and then. There were some small hills that I normally wouldn't notice but were a real challenge while I was pushing the jogger.
DD got her own cups at the water stations. She saw all the other runners dumping water on their heads, so she did the same.
Right at mile 3, when I felt like quitting, a friend of mine ran back to see how we were doing. He had run the 5k and was finished. He came right along side and took over pushing DD for a mile. He was a LIFESAVER.
At this point a nice breeze kicked-in. In fact, it was a shock to my system and the temperature change was making me ill. But I pushed through it with the help of my friend.
He gave the jogger back to me just before the big hills at mile 5. I jogged as much as I could but had to walk parts. The illness finally seemed to be leaving me and I picked up the pace for the last mile and managed to pass a few people.
It was a brutal, uphill climb to the finish line--our own Alp d'huez. I dug deep and ran across that line. DD clapped and cheered. It was a good event.
I finished with a 1:02. 10 minute mile average. I am really happy with my time. DD had a blast. It was great we could do that together. I wish more races allowed baby joggers . . . maybe I'll organize my own stroller race.
