I didn’t commit to the 10-mile River Run in my city until, like, 8 days before the race. The River Run is a 10-mile trek that crosses a bridge from Kentucky into Indiana. I trained for this race a little, but definitely not as much as last year and I wasn’t very serious about it. I also got around 5 and a half hours of sleep each night the week before, so that didn’t help matters. Nonetheless, I ended up beating my time from last year by about 10 minutes and I ran the whole thing, so I was happy. However, I mostly ran by myself and had lots of thoughts running through my head. It’s really weird what you think about when you have almost 2 hours of running ahead of you. Keep in mind that this race started around 7 so I may or may not have been fully awake when I started running. I also may not have remembered what happened during which mile but this is a rough idea.
I’m feeling pretty good….about 5 seconds into the race and before we even got to the start line. Not bad.
Unfortunately, the entire first mile was hills. Whose ideas was this?
I’m getting passed left and right, but that’s ok. When (some of) those people tire out early and end up walking, I can maybe pass them later. Either way, who cares?
Man, runners are a strange bunch and we generate a lot of random noise. People are panting and out of breath, but that’s a given. Others are having a philosophical conversation about life….like we’re walking around the neighborhood instead of running 10 miles. Really? You’re gonna discuss this right now? I hear people’s noise from their headphones, but I’m not complaining because I turned Mumford and Sons on in my earbuds before the end of the first mile.
Why do ramps always have an incline? I’ve never noticed them before but they are huge. What the heck?
So there’s this kid walking the opposite way carrying a bag I can only assume is food. Is it bad that I kind of want to take that bag away from him, even if it means attacking him? Oh, wait. It’s a McDonald’s bag. Never mind….doesn’t sound good at the moment. But seriously, I think this kid needs a police escort to wherever he is going because someone is going to attack him and take his food. There are 3,000 people running in this race today and I guarantee, we are all hungry. I feel sorry for that kid. Later, when I told my husband about this kid, he asked me if he was really there…Honestly, I don’t know, but I still wonder if he made it safely to his destination.
Oh, geez…I was feeling good but man, I’m getting tired of this.
I swear someone is moving these mile markers. They are much further apart than they were before. And why the heck do you need an incline when you get off the highway, too?
OMG. All of a sudden, the side of my big toe on my left foot is burning. It is rubbing against my shoe and it must be bleeding or something. Oh, crap. Now it’s the toe on my right foot. And I can’t feel my legs. Everything is starting to fall apart! How do I still have 2 miles left?!
Ok, we must be getting close. All the crazy people who have already finished the race are running back in to find their friends and run the rest of the way with them. Who does that? Freaks…
Why is the entire last mile a slow and gradual incline. Ridiculous! Where is that stupid finish line and who keeps moving it further away? In other news, these girls in front of me have really fun shirts that say things like “Are my kids still chasing me?” and “I run because I really like food.” I need one of those.
I finally made it….too bad I can’t feel my legs still. Where’s the food? Oh, wait. My friend is still running. Maybe I’ll go back and find her and run part of the rest of the way with her. Am I an idiot? I just called those people crazy.
All in all, I am glad that I ran it, even though getting up at 5:15 in the morning wasn’t fun, I had stomach problems for several hours afterwards, and my legs were super sore. It still feels pretty awesome to say I ran 10 miles!