I had my first 10k race of the season on Sunday and to say I am slightly frustrated with myself is an understatement.
Most of my aerobic training has taken a back seat as I have started taking strength work seriously and am really enjoying it so I am taking the time to do the thing that I am currently enjoying. Thats not to say that I am not doing any running or cycling (and actually a swim every two weeks which is amazing!) but they are definitely not the focus.
Running has just felt hard recently. Whether that is because I am tired from the lifting or because I am neglecting training or a combination of both I dont know but when trying to run at any sort of “goal pace” I would have been happy with in training has left me consistently about 10-15 seconds a km slower! Significantly less than ideal.
So I turned up on the start line not only with no expectations but with actively poor expectations. I was thinking that I would just run at a comfortably hard pace and hope that the result wasnt too damaging to my ego. A friend said that they also werent feeling like they were going to do anything and I said I might just tag along with her.
Its quite a well subscribed race (something like 2200 people finished it) and we started closer to the 50 minute pacer than the 45 minute pacer (for which I was heckled by said 50 minute pacer, also a friend) so the traffic was heavy and hard to get through meaning the first couple of KM were done at 4:20 pace.
My friend and I found each other after that and I tucked in front of her and started my unofficial pacing duties. Pace increased to around the 4:15 mark. She kept telling me that I didnt need to wait for her but in reality I was running pretty much at a pace that I thought was doable knowing that i hadnt run anything more than about a 22 minute parkrun recently and the end of the race was definitely ready to bite me. We went through halfway in about 21:30 or so.
The course is also genrly up on the way out and gently down on the way back, not enough to kill the speed but enough that when you turn around you do notice the difference. Turned around and I went with the “same effort different pace” strategy and our pace for the 6th km came out at 4:11.
At this point I started to get somewhat annoyed at myself. I was running well within the normal effort level that I would put in for a 10k and the pace wasnt as horrid as it had been in training but I still had the annoying thoughts that I was bound to blow up in any second.
Kept the friend going through the medium of her just following along with my pace and telling me I needed to run off. I probably should have listened and at the 8km mark I did make a slight increase in effort towards the line.
Big headline of the results was that my friend got a big PB of around 90 seconds so that was brilliant. I, however, spent the whole day being annoyed at my mental attitude because I ended up only 9 seconds outside my own PB knowing that I had left quite a bit of time on the course. I will now switch my attention to another 10k that I have booked in through work in June. Redemption must be had!