Friday afternoon I decided to tally the total number of miles I ran during the month of September: eleven. I’ve cycled zero miles to date this month. These low numbers are partially because life has gotten 100x busier but are mostly due to the fact that my knee has been acting up. Ah.
Going into this race I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty but I was going to give it a-go because I did pay the entry fee months ago. Saturday I spent the day in Saratoga, grabbing my bib, doing laundry and hanging out with my family. I was in bed before ten and slept soundly until 4:26 when I woke up on my own. This morning the nerves started to kick in and I was regretting the pan of buffalo chickpea dip I devoured the afternoon before. Whoops!
We got downtown with a few minutes to spare and I quickly found a friend but forgot to take photographs. We got separated before the gun went off but I did line up with my sister and planned on sticking with her like I had last year. Her goal was to beat her previous half and come in under 2:15 ~10 minute/mile.
Miles 1-2: Last year the hills throughout Skidmore were a breeze! This year, I couldn’t believe almost all of these first miles were uphill. Naomi’s goal was to go a little slower up and pick up speed on the way back down; we did a pretty good job if I do say so myself. 10:52 and 9:49
Miles 3-4: We passed my mom on Broadway and I couldn’t find my groove; I could already feel the knee pain creeping in. After mile three, my sister started to creep away from me and my first thought was to slow her down because I didn’t want her to go to fast and then run out of steam- she said she felt great and slid her headphones back in. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold this pace because my knee was officially a bother, so I began to think about my options. I decided to give it a go for a little further. 9:43 and 9:45
Mile 5-.65: I had enough. I know I could have finished this race and I know it wouldn’t have been my best time but I didn’t want to walk or limp across that finish line. I also didn’t want to hobble for the rest of the week because of an injury I could have possibly prevented. So I quit. 10:04
I walked to the checkpoint I knew my mom would be at and shared with her my decision- we both then focused on finding my sister to cheer her on to a PR. I had no clue I knew that many people running this race! I saw so many familiar faces- and let me tell you, they are fast friends! Just pass mile nine she passed us looking strong and I knew at that point she wasn’t slowing down. We raced down to the finish and sure enough, she flew in under 2:10- a seven minute PR!
It sucks having a DNF on my race list this year but the good news is I’m seeing someone this week that will hopefully be able to shed some light on this knee pain I’m having. I will most likely take the month of October off for racing but my goal race of the year will be the Turkey Trot 10k. This race lit a flame within me last year and I’d like to keep it ignited. More on that to come soon.