2006 1:30:34 (9:32 pace)
This was my 1st year running a 15k. When I entered the race, the farthest I had ran was a 10k. My 1st Doberman Cheeko, had just gotten home from OSU's cardiac ICU. He had cardiomyopathy. And I was running a race that benefited heart disease. And the t-shirt they gave out had DOGS running on it. I cried the entire race. Cheeko dropped dead 4 months later while we were in a pet store.
2007 1:34:50 (10:11 pace)
This was my 1st year training for a marathon. I had 18 miles on my schedule, so I ran from house, to the race, ran the 15k with a friend from work, and then ran home. I actually ran closer to 19 miles that day.
2008 1:24:57 (9:07 pace)
I really wanted to run well and I was SO happy with this pace. I blogged about it last year.
So now I have been doing speedwork, every fucking week, for the last 6 months. 400's, 800's, 1200's, 1600's. I am trying. I really am. I am running sub 8's during mile repeats, my 800's are averaging 3:45. I should be running faster. My legs should be able to handle the pain. Right?
I wanted to finish under 1:20. When I knew that wasn't gonna happen, I told myself if I can have sub 9's I'll be happy.
2009 1:23:05 (8:56 pace)
This 8:56 pace HURT. Yea, it's a PR but for me, it's not hard to PR since I suck so badly anyways. I have goals for this upcoming marathon that probably won't happen. It hurts too fucking much.
The race was miserable. Rainy, windy, and COLD. I was hurting on the hills, trying to stay under 9 minute miles. It is so fucking stupid that this pace is so hard for me. SO stupid. I also had that feeling like I have when I run on the track - the OH FUCK I AM GONNA PUKE AND CRAP AT THE SAME TIME. And for a sub 9 minute pace? Come on. Ridiculous.
Once the race was over, I was happy with my time. I was happy I stayed under 9's, but then I had to run 11 more miles because I had 20 on the schedule.
I was wet, miserable, and not looking forward to windy rainy weather we were having.
I drove home with Dominic (who rode fixed downtown while I ran the race). Changed clothes, had a EAS protein drink, gel, water, grabbed Ari and left. Me and Ari ran back downtown, to the starting line of the race. They were still cleaning up, so I was able to bum a water and a banana for Ari. Then we turned around and headed home, for a total of 20 miles.
Next year I am gonna say FUCK OFF to running. Next year I am going to ride my bike.