Yesterday was the Sporting Life 10k race in Toronto, my first race of the year, and my first race since last fall's half marathon. This race was a bittersweet moment for me. My goal was to run a comfortable sub-hour race, which I did (56.13), but it wasn't exactly comfortable. Given that the race was on Sunday, and I ran the distance of a half marathon at an incredibly fast pace on Friday, I definitely underestimated the amount of time my body would need to recover. Within the first kilometer my legs started feeling like lead. I could feel my hips tightening, and my legs felt heavier and heavier as the kilometers went by. I felt like I was trying to sprint through mud. Given that there were no km markers (I found out afterwards that there were... but the wind had twisted them around so they were hard to see... a lot of help they were) I had no idea how far I had run and how far I had left to go. Trust me, I have never been so glad to see a finish line, and have never wanted a run to be over so badly. Looking at my watch as I crossed the finish line, I was filled with a little bit of disbelief, I had still run a PB even though I felt like my body had taken a severe beating. So I guess the bottom line is that I am happy with my time, but I wish I had run a stronger race. The silver lining of all of this I know that I can keep up a decent pace when the only thing my body wants is to curl up and sleep on the side of the street. A promising sign considering my next goal is to run in the Scotiabank Marathon come October.
And now I just feel motivated to run in another 10k race... and this time have a happy race.
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