Time: 39:44 (6 minute PR!!)
Place: 59 out of 2637 Overall, 9 out of 151 AG (Stupid hard age group)
Pace: 6:24 / mile
Distance: 6.2 miles
Average Heart Rate: 205 BPM (!!!)
I've ran the Mesa 10K Turkey Trot for the last 3 years. In fact, it is the ONLY 10K I've ever ran in my life. So, to say that it is my favorite 10K is a bit like saying that I love not having boobs. It is all that I've ever known!
Unfortunately, the day started a bit ill-timed. Either my wife or I (my wife) thought that the race started at 7:30 instead of when it actually started - 9:00. Fortunately, I saw that before I got to the race that early. Unfortunately, I still dressed like it would have been 7:30 so got pretty hot during the race. But, even though we had an extra 90 minutes we still got to the race a LOT later than I like to get there. So, after far too many swear words said by me, my wife dropped me off close to the start and parked the car on her own.
Swearing/parking issues aside, I was able to get signed up minutes before the race started.
I'm always amazed at the number of people turkey-trotting
While I don't run 10Ks (at all really) when I do I try to break it into three, two mile sections. It seems like running 13 minutes at a time is a much more manageable than trying to wrap my head around the full 6.2 mile run.
Mile 1-2: Feeling good (6:25 / 6:31)
After I chatted with RunningLaur for 2 minutes and handed off my free race shirt to my wife, I jogged to the front of the race. I've found that as I've picked up my speed I continuously underestimate where I should place myself at the start of races. So, I've started to weasel my way to the front as much as possible. This time I was around the 3rd row.
Just like any other race, these first miles were a bit of a blur. I do remember passing a bunch of people but also getting passed by a few people - two of which were wearing vibrams and one guy who was pushing a DOUBLE stroller. Nothing like a dude passing you while pushing an extra 50 pounds to keep your ego in check. I get it dude - you're better than me.....and your junk is probably bigger than mine.
Mile 3-4: This suuuuuucks (6:32 / 6:28)
Just like during 5Ks, the middle portion of the race SUCKED. I wasn't yet halfway done but my legs were already starting to burn and my breathing was labored. I tried to remember some of the breathing techniques that we learned during one of our seemingly 15 baby classes but all that served to do was get me strange looks. That said, I only slowed down a touch so there must be something to my constant lamaze breathing. Hee Hee Hooooooo.
Mile 5-6: Holy sh*t, I'm still on pace for sub 40 (6:34 / 6:15)
It was around mile 5 that I calculated in my oxygen deprived little brain that I could indeed
kick Mario Lopez ass on dancing with the stars break 40 minutes if I held on to a 6:40 pace. I was starting to get over the hump of hating life (miles 3-4) and really thought that I could actually hold that pace. I know that I grunted and grimaced, but ultimately I was able to keep chugging along and keep the pace to put me at where I needed to be to run a sub 40 minute 10K.
Here are my splits - pay special attention to my heart rate which was pushing 220 towards the finish
I'm pretty sure I'm half humming bird
When I crossed the finish, I honestly was in a bit of a daze. Not the good, "double martini", kind of daze - more the "wow, my heart is about to explode" kind. Here I am a few minutes after I finished. I wore my brand new Sugoi compression top that kept me warm and snuggly the entire race.
Nothing says "Happy Thanksgiving" like a massive turkey
After the race finished, it was off to fill my face with Thanksgiving food, my heart with laughter, and eventually my colon with previously mentioned/digested food. Helping out in the
colon laughter department were my brother in law (red shirt) and his roommate (gray shirt). They took the traditional game of Thanksgiving football to an entirely new level with sweet outfits. Seriously, these guys are SINGLE!?
Of course, probably the funniest thing the entire day was something that my brother in law's roommate did during the "touch" (read: heavy petting) football game. You see, he has a bit of a nicotine problem and needed to take a quick smoke break during halftime. As you can imagine, I was there to capture it for memory sake. If this isn't the picture of health, I don't know what is!