So yesterday I wrote about running the 10k this weekend. And back in July, I wrote about my mid-year update on my resolutions. To my amazement, those two things have something in common.
Well, yesterday while I was eating lunch at my desk, I took a minute to put the weekend's 10k race into my race results spreadsheet.
I got a PR! Only by 7 seconds, but heck, a PR is a PR! That means I can check another of my 2012 resolutions off the list as being done. Sweet!
It's crazy because I felt like I was running hard, but at the same time, most miles I felt like I could have kicked it up a bit more, but I didn't because I knew I had a 20 mile long run the following morning. And my first mile was the slowest of the race, and I thought there was no way I'd be able to come back from that.
This is an underlying problem with racing that I've had lately -- I have failed to have my PR time fresh in my head, and know exactly what pace it takes to beat that. I feel like I know and will always know my marathon and 5k PRs, but all the ones in between are kind of a muddly mess. But this time, it wasn't a big deal that I didn't know what time I needed to beat, since I beat it anyway. It would have been a major disappointment if I'd missed it by just a few seconds. Sweet!!
Perhaps more importantly than meeting one of my 2012 resolutions though, this PR puts to bed a long-standing family controversy. The question had been whether my brother's 10k time run during an Olympic triathlon was eligible for the family's 10k running title. I firmly said it was not (though obviously I know that if you can run X time in a 10k in a tri, you could run faster in a straight-up 10k), but of course my brother insisted it was. Thus, for the last few years, the family 10k title has had a little asterisk next to it.
It's all moot now. Because either way, I have blown his Olympic tri 10k time out of the water! Well, if you can call beating it by 5 seconds "out of the water". Haha. Works for me.
Let the trash talk begin.