I feel like I’m in a bit of a running slump. I have a litany of excuses. First, there was the queso incident in my 3-mile race a month ago. Then a week later I bashed up my knee (okay bashed is a little extreme), which really hurt a lot worst than I expected. After all, didn’t I scrape my knees all the time as a kid with no repercussions? But it seriously took over a week for me to run (or even walk!) without feeling the pain of the scrapes. We moved last weekend, which was successful but still stressful, and I developed a cold soon after. So there you go. I am a mess. Or maybe I am just feeling under the weather and prone to a good, old-fashioned whine. Bring out the cheese.
Anyway, I was supposed to run in a 10k race over a week ago, right before our big move. But when a blizzard rolled in, it was rescheduled to this past Saturday. I seriously considered skipping it. I only signed up for it because I was supposed to do a 10k for my training plan that week, and I knew I wouldn’t feel at the top of my game due to my cold. And this elevation profile should have really put a nail in the coffin:
But I need to work on not shying away from courses with a little hill, and David and I needed to go to Denver anyway to pick up a few things (the race was in Golden). So I mustered the energy on Saturday morning to wake up and put my running gear on, although I think I was more excited for the Starbucks on the way than the actual race.
I was feeling a little better when we got there. It was a beautiful day, and the race was well organized. I would definitely do another race in the series. It was put on by All-Out Multisport Productions. I told myself I would just enjoy the race. Here I am starting out:
The first couple of miles, as you can see from the elevation profile, were downhill, and I took advantage of it. I was feeling great.
Then I reached the hill of doom.
Not only were the next few miles uphill, but the wind started blowing against us. The sun came out and I was roasting. And the sore throat and nausea from my cold felt like they suddenly became about 1,000,000 times worst. I made an executive decision: walk the steepest parts, jog the rest, and pick it up for the downhill… if I ever got to go downhill again. Once I implemented that plan, the rest of the race actually was quite enjoyable. I took it easy on the hills and cruised when I could. In fact, I actually look pretty happy in this string of photos:
My splits really reflect the difficulty of the course:
We didn’t stick around for the awards since we had other things to do that day, and the wind really got too unbearable for hanging around. I found out later that I placed 4th out of 49 females, so I guess I wasn’t the only one struggling with the elevation and wind. Not too shabby, plus it forced me to do a hill workout. But I am definitely ready to get out of this slump! 🙂