I love holiday runs. I love getting up early and seeing all my fellow runner people. Especially a good Fourth of July run. Everyone is in their stars and stripes, and it just feels good.
Earlier in the week, they were calling for some rain, but when I got up and checked, the rain wasn’t supposed to start until around 0900 – way after I would have been finished with the race.
I had signed up for the 10k, so of course I was nervous, seeing as how I hadn’t really done longer than a 5k since January. My goal was to finish in under an hour, so I had pumped myself up to get to a good pace and stay there.
It was a giant corral, with the paces only going up to 8:30, and then the back was just labeled “walkers.” Since there’s a big difference between an 8:30 mile pace and a walker, I stuck myself somewhere in between those two, and just told myself I’d wedge my way into where I needed to be.
At about a quarter mile in, it started to rain. At about one mile, it was pouring down rain. I had forgotten my arm band for my phone, so I was forced to shove it under my shirt – which of course promptly got soaked. Luckily, my phone survived. I have never run in a race where it rained pretty much the whole time, and I really won’t want to ever again. My socks and shoes were soaked through – my shorts were weighed down by the weight of my dad’s giant keychain in the back pocket and the soaking rain, so I had to constantly pull those up.
And then, it started to thunder and lightning. They canceled the 10k course and everyone ran the 5k. Due to the weather, they wanted everyone off the course ASAP. So I ran my ass off to get out of the rain, ran my best time, and took zero pictures – because you know, lightening and rain.
Mile 1: 9’04”
Mile 2: 9’28”
Mile 3.1: 10’9″
By the third mile, I was pretty much over it – clearly. I was soaked, and this was the part with the steepest hills as well. I finished in 29’29”. I went by the splits on my Nike Run App, so they might not add up – but that was my official chipped time from the race.
I was so proud of that first mile time you guys. I never in my life would have thought it possible to do that, and I PR’d again. I kept that bib – as proof to myself that I can run in torrential downpours and lightning and still be a bad ass.