They've posted the official race results for yesterday's race. My pace was 8:15/mile.
I came in 812th out of 4,376 overall, and 37th out of 280 women in my age group:
http://www.annapolisstriders.org/A102007results.htm
My friend Alan, who also ran, calculated that I passed a net of 2271 people. It makes me laugh that he sat down to calculate that (and reinforces my suspicion that some of us have math brains, and some of us do not). He also says that our honorable mayor Adrian Fenty ran a 7:00 pace. I'm putting that guy in my sights....
August 27, 2007
August 26, 2007
90 degree heat + 90 percent humidity + 10 hilly miles = I really earned my omelette
So I googled around for a speed program, tacked up a schedule on my office wall, and amazingly (for me) stuck to it pretty well. My goal for race-day was to run something like 8-minute miles (revised from my initial goal of sub-8 minute miles, which I decided was a little unreasonable, given the three-H's. Oh, and also my unconquerable habit of visiting the candy jar at work 20 or so times a day). And guess what? I came pretty close.
The official results aren't up yet, but I finished in about 1 hour 22 minutes, which comes out to about an 8:22/mile pace. Not as fast as I was hoping, but still pretty respectable. Nevermind that the guy who won the thing did it in 54 minutes...
And for all the dire warnings, the race itself was a BLAST. It was really well run, with tons of volunteers, and there must have been water stations at every mile. I was never thirsty, that's for sure. And just past the halfway-point, they were passing out orange slices and sponges soaked with cold water. Even better were the crowds cheering on the sides, which included a dozen or so families hanging out in their front yards while we all ran past, cooling us down with their garden hoses. That was definitely the best part. Though there were a couple little kids holding supersoakers who clearly weren't sure they were really supposed to be squirting us. As I ran toward them, I'd outstretch my arms and nod, like "Yes, please," and they'd just make a shy face and kind of clutch the squirt gun to themselves until I ran by.
All told, a fun way to spend a morning. Next year: sub-8's!!
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