Oh, the turkey trot. My favorite race of the year. And although I didn’t set any personal record like I had last year, I was still pretty happy with my performance.
Wednesday night I didn’t sleep well at all; because of the snow, the city was pretty bright. And because of this, the cat seemed to think it was 6AM from about 2:30AM on. To top it off, I went to bed with the chills and feeling pretty nauseous. I couldn’t eat dinner and unfortunately camped out in the bathroom all morning. No bueno. So when it came time to get dressed, I wasn’t having it. I stayed in bed as long as possible and decided that I couldn’t pass up this race because of a little stomach bug; tradition is tradition! A single bite of banana was all I could stomach and out the door I flew!
I can honestly say that I did not have any race anxiety while waiting for the gun to go off; a first for me, ever. And while I can say I’ve had plenty of practice throughout the last calendar year, I think it was due to the fact that I just didn’t have a plan other than to run. Oh, and to enjoy myself. I was a little bummed that I didn’t have the opportunity to run with a friend this year, but decided to feed off of the energy of the hundreds around me.
Miles 1-2: Mile one was my slowest at 9:25. I started further back in the pack than I should have and spent some time finding my groove in the crowd. But I do enjoy running on the bridge and seeing the leaders fly by- and finding a few new friends who were also at the front of the pack. I was shocked when mile two clocked in at 9:07 because I felt like I was as slow as a slug but I took it! Around this time a guy around me questioned why Uncle Sam was called Uncle Sam. I gave him as thorough of an answer as I could two miles into a race and moved on from their chatter.
Miles 3-4: By this time we were running along the river and it was gorgeous! With everything blanketed in fresh snow, I couldn’t help but forget that I was running thru North Troy (and not the North Pole, wink wink). This was also the time that the leaders were passing us, heading toward the finish line. This always puts a pep in my step! 9:06. We rounded the park and I told myself “all I’ve got to do is run home!” One foot in front of another at 9:16.
Miles 5-6: Woof! I could definitely tell that I was running on E, so I decided to slow it down and save any energy I had left, 9:18. Right as I was coming down River Street in front of Brown’s, a man came up behind me and said, “less than a mile, Papa Smurf.” I didn’t realize that he was talking to me and gave him a smile. He then told me that he ran a marathon last month and a half marathon a week ago- I congratulated him and apologized for my lack of conversation; I was out of steam. He said he’d see me at the finish line and took off. 9:23
Overall time: 57:25, 9:15 pace, 779th place