Here I am, post-10k, caked in sweat. It was a great run and we had perfect weather. I got cramps early on that stayed with me, probably from sprinting past the pack at the beginning. (As soon as I stop running they disappear so I know they're not serious.) We made the mistake of starting at the back with the walkers, a mistake especially difficult for J to weave through with the stroller. A stroller, btw, that has decided to stop collapsing so we (and be we I mean J) had to jam it, wheel-less, into the backseat of my Jetta on the passenger side of the carseat. I guess this is why people buy SUVs. Anyhoo.... J pushed ahead of me quickly and for once I didn't mind and waved him off at about 2 miles. I was flirting with 9 minute miles most of the way which surprised me since I figured I'd be closer to the 10 min. range. At about 5 miles I got a strange burst of energy and decided that neither going slower nor faster would change the slight cramping I had so I chose faster, a choice that was made easier by the fact that my legs no longer felt like two jackhammers pounding the pavement, but rather more like my pre-pregnant springy gazelle legs. (Or, at least that's what they used to feel like.) I spent the last 1.3 miles, yes, this course was a good tenth of a mile longer than 10k, zipping past people, often sub 8 min./mile and can honestly say no one passed me during that last leg. (I usually have nothing left in the tank by the end but in this race I actually raced the second half faster than the first- uh, I guess that's called smart running or something.) At the actual 10k mark my Garmin said 55:30, but it read 56:11 by the time I crossed the finish line. Well within my sub-60 goal I'm happy to report and even an average of just under a 9 minute mile!
As a funny aside, people were clammering to sprint past J at the end so as to not be beat by a stroller. Unfortunately I don't think I look pregnant enough just yet for people to have realized they were being smoked by a pregnant woman. Haha. And by people I mean the people that take nearly an hour to run a 10k so, yeah, I'm not trying to say I'm that great.
Oh, and then we ate a giant steak dinner tonight complete with chocolate cake and here I was going to take tomorrow off from running. (My first day off in weeks-both IT bands are starting to suggest I may need one.) Maybe instead I'll go swimming when we take N to the spray park.... and by swimming I mean flail wildly about in an attempt not to drown.