Jeffrey Davis, Jr alerted me to a race this weekend that would end with a Fall Out Boy concert in Soldier Field. As I've never been to a professional football stadium, I thought this would be a sweet chance for me to get back in shape while also going ONTO Soldier field.
The race was a 10k; I haven't ran that far in over a year. In fact, I haven't ran a race in over two and half years. My last race was the Chicago Marathon. But I'm still young and fairly in-shape, so I knew I could finish just fine. I would just have to adjust my pace/ego and take it easier than I'm used to.
The pre-race started out well with JD and I getting secretly photographed by the Nike+ camera crew while stretching near the starting line. Hopefully we make the cut and get in the final booklet.
The race was split into different flights, with the first one having a cut-off time of 8 min/mile pace. As JD is currently dating a tri-athlete, whom also was running the race, he decided he wanted to start the race running at her pace (7 min/mile = not taking it easy). I was planning on running about 9 min/mile pace (which means starting in the second flight). I went with the fast group anyways. I kept up with JD for the first couple miles. Then JD decided he wanted to be SuperMan and tried pushing the pace. I promptly told him to go on without me; I was fine running my ~7-8 min/mile. Eventually I finished the race in 49'31" (7'51"/mile pace). Turned out JD finished in 48'00", as he died at about the 5 mile mark. I was pretty psyched about finishing WAY ahead of where I thought I would.
Then I stepped foot in Soldier Field...
The jumbotron was playing all of the photo montages from all of the races from all over the world while Fall Out Boy rocked out on the only stage while the 15,000+ runners took congratulatory photos for completing the 10k.
I've got the itch for racing once again.
The race was a 10k; I haven't ran that far in over a year. In fact, I haven't ran a race in over two and half years. My last race was the Chicago Marathon. But I'm still young and fairly in-shape, so I knew I could finish just fine. I would just have to adjust my pace/ego and take it easier than I'm used to.
The pre-race started out well with JD and I getting secretly photographed by the Nike+ camera crew while stretching near the starting line. Hopefully we make the cut and get in the final booklet.
The race was split into different flights, with the first one having a cut-off time of 8 min/mile pace. As JD is currently dating a tri-athlete, whom also was running the race, he decided he wanted to start the race running at her pace (7 min/mile = not taking it easy). I was planning on running about 9 min/mile pace (which means starting in the second flight). I went with the fast group anyways. I kept up with JD for the first couple miles. Then JD decided he wanted to be SuperMan and tried pushing the pace. I promptly told him to go on without me; I was fine running my ~7-8 min/mile. Eventually I finished the race in 49'31" (7'51"/mile pace). Turned out JD finished in 48'00", as he died at about the 5 mile mark. I was pretty psyched about finishing WAY ahead of where I thought I would.
Then I stepped foot in Soldier Field...
The jumbotron was playing all of the photo montages from all of the races from all over the world while Fall Out Boy rocked out on the only stage while the 15,000+ runners took congratulatory photos for completing the 10k.
I've got the itch for racing once again.
posted by Bruhaha at 10:16 AM
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