As we have been doing for time immemorial, the Fullers ran the Thanksgiving Day 10K Turkey Trot. I haven't run this particular race for about 20 years so it was nice to once again run with a grown man dressed as a turkey (for the record, I beat him).
This year we had several new Fuller participants (Nick, Lisa, Rachael, and Maverick). The weather was perfect and the course fast (although a little too much headwind the last two miles).
So on to the race. I haven't run a 10K since high school. I haven't run fast in over a year. Let's just say that expectations were low, meaning I was hoping to come in under 45 minutes.
When the race first started, I was pretty tight. However, due to my desire to get out of the crowd and into some open space, I ran the first mile in 6:15. And I felt like I wanted to vomit in my ...
Actually, I didn't feel like vomiting. I felt like slowing down because my lungs and legs were asking me what I thought I was doing. I told them to shut up and that I only had another five.2 miles to go. I then settled into a nice pace that fluctuated by 20 seconds or so around 6:50 depending on whether I was going up the hill or running into a headwind. The last mile I felt ok and finished in 42:34 (6:52 pace).
Three minutes slower than my best, but I'll take it. I'm always thinking I'm losing speed. I don't think it's happening yet. Next year 2:59 is going to happen.