I just got back from running in the Stockade-athon 15K this morning. Let me say it was damn cold at the start. 31F or something like that. I was frozen.
I sat in the car until the last possible minute, and then whipped off the running pants to run in shorts. I kept my running jacket and heavy gloves on, but soon found them to be a serious burden.
The race started in Central Park in Schenectady, headed down into the Stockade area and then back up State Street for one final loop around the park before finishing. Overall, its a splendid race location. Although, if you don’t like hills, you will hate the one at the end going up state street from Proctor’s Theater. Big, steep hill. After that hill, my gloves came off and my jacket was unzipped, I was so overheated.
I did pretty well in this race, considering my running has been extremely light since the marathon. Less than two miles into the race, that evil monkey crawled up on my back and whispered “What are you doing? Did you forget how awful the marathon was? This will be just as bad!”. Then a good little monkey crawled up next to him, yelled “F#@% YOU!”, ripped the evil monkey’s head off, and ate it. Good little monkey. :)
There were lots of spectators on the course, and a few bands. Well, a guy playing a drum set, and four older gentlemen with a kazoo band, which made me laugh both times I went past, even near the end of the race. I saw a woman holding a giant sign that said “Run Blogger Run” (or something close). I wondered who she was cheering.
I tried not to look at my Forerunner too much, just to let my legs run the race. I saved a little for the big hill at the end, so I wouldn’t die to badly. I passed lots of folks in the last two miles, as they slowed down after the hill. My breathing was very even, most of the way. I even passed two high school kids who were part of a larger group earlier. Any time I can pass the speedy youts, I’m happy.
As I came into the finishing chute, I spotted Darlene cutting chips off runners’ shoes. Too many folks in her line, so I moved on. I got a chance to introduce myself later. Nice to meet you, Darlene!
Unofficial time: 1:12:27, which cuts about 18 minutes off my previous PR. Although, that PR was set when I tore my calf muscle at mile 7, so if I couldn’t beat that today, I was in serious trouble. I should have been a bit faster than what I got actually. My New Haven pace was faster and that was a 20K. Oh well. I’m still happy with the time.
One thing that the marathon does for me, is it teaches me that normal races will never feel as bad as the marathon. Don’t get me wrong, this race did not feel good (they never do actually), but compared to the marathon, it was like lying in the hot tub for an hour with a fruity drink in one hand, and the remote control to the DVD player in the other. Its kind of like what speedwork does for me. It teaches my brain that I can feel really really awful and still not die. So when I run a 5K and feel like I want to die, I remember that it never feels as bad as speedwork does, and then I know its ok to push harder.
Food Report:
All I can say is WOW. I counted twenty (TWENTY!) extended picnic tables covered with PILES of food. There were bushels of apples, bananas, oranges, bagels and cream cheese, cookies, doughnuts, multiple brands of granola bars, chocolate and vanilla pudding cups, Welches fruit chews, chocolate milk drink boxes, Stewarts lemonade and iced tea, bottle of Gatorade, water bottles, Slim Jims, Motts fruit juice boxes, Bazooka bubble gum, twizzlers, bags of Snyder’s pretzels and pretzel twists, cans of Coke and diet coke, hot chocolate, sliced pizza, and hot vegetable soup. I didn’t want to leave. This set up even rivaled the Silks and Satins 5K.
I think I just found my favorite local fall race. :)