I’m the world’s fastest runner, like ever

I accidentally left the best part out of yesterday’s race recap.

I am happy with how the race went. Truly. But that doesn’t change the fact that I am still quite a bit slower than I was before having Ruby. I tried to explain this to my mom by saying that my 10K pace was 7 seconds/mile slower than my half marathon PR pace.

Only she interrupted me.

Right after I said, “My 10K pace was 7 seconds/mile…”

She said, “Wow!!!”

Never underestimate a mother’s pride.

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Keeping up

So I ran a 10K this past Saturday. I trained for it with a couple of ladies from the mom’s group.

Let me clarify. By “with” I mean I met up with them once a week or so, chatted for a few minutes and watched them take off. And then we’d chat some more after completing what would technically be considered a solo run. Unless you count Ruby. She generally stayed with me.

So by race day I was ready to keep up. I mean mentally ready. Physically I wasn’t quite there. I hung with one of the moms for the first couple miles. In part because I really wanted to. And in part because my watch went a little squirrelly and told me I was running slower than I actually was.

Around the second mile marker I decided slowing down was in my best interest. I watched my running mate take off and sort of secretly hoped she’d crash so I could catch her in the end. Sorry running mate.

I got pretty close, but I never did catch her. Which I think was really for the best. Watching her off in the distance kept me pushing until the end. So thank you running mate. I owe you my race.

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I ended up finishing in 54:29. It wasn’t a PR, but I did end up snagging 3rd in my age group. No need to discuss how many people were actually in my age group.