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Cold Turkey 10K Report

This weekend I ran in a local race, called the Cold Turkey 10K. I signed up for this race shortly after my last 10K. After my last experience, I knew I had a lot to learn about running in a race. I wanted to run in another 10K before the 26.2K so I could work on my pacing and overall running.

Earlier in the week, I woke up with a bad pain in my leg. I have had problems with my left leg, on and off, for a few weeks now, and Wednesday my calf tightened up horribly. I tried to run, thinking that would help, but I had to stop after two miles. For the rest of the day, I was hobbling around. By Friday, it was better, but not 100%, so I was already mentally planning on skipping the race. Saturday, I felt pretty good, but did not think it would be wise for me to run in the 10K. I did not want to injure my leg any further. So Saturday night, I laid out all of my clothes and got ready as if I would run the race. The race was only 20 min away, and I had paid the $20, so I figured at least I would pick up my t-shirt! Sunday morning I woke up, ate a little, and left for the race. When I pulled in the parking lot, I knew I would run. There were runners all over. Some already warming up. You could feel the excitement in the air. So, I called my hubby and told him I was going to run. I planned on taking it easy and treat it like a training run.

When it was time to line up, I lined up at the back of the pack. I planned on running a 10 min. mile pace. The race started and I ran well. The weather was perfect; sunny, and just slightly cool. I passed the 1 mile marker and checked my watch; 8:15. I was running way too fast. I was feeling great, no pain in my leg, but I wanted to take it easy, so I slowed WAY down. I felt great during the whole race. I prayed quietly for the first several miles and then listened to my iPOD for the the rest. Miles 1.5-3.5 were very hilly, but I felt pretty good during the hills. When I came to water stations, I walked through them. I knew I did not really need hydration, but I wanted to learn the best way to drink while racing, and walking, by far, was the easiest and best option. By mile 4, I felt amazing. I was a little surprised, because by this time, in my last 10 K I was starting to get tired. When I hit mile 5, I began to speed up and ran conservatively strong the last 1.2 miles. Once I got close to the finish line, I got really excited. This was the first race that my boys were going to be there for and I could not wait to see them cheering me on. They are the main reason I started running in the first place. I wanted to be a better mom for them and taking care of myself is one way I have done that. So, I was so happy that I could share this moment with them. Once I saw them, I began to yell Hi and wave wildly . . . other runners probably thought I was a little crazy! I crossed the finish line at 56:20 (on my watch . . . there was no official time). I was pleased with that time and surprised by it too. It was only 40 sec. behind my last 10K and I ran HARD then. This race, I took it easy. I guess my endurance has increased a great deal in the last month. And, praise God, I have had NO pain in my leg either!

So, after my second 10K, I have to say, I really like the distance. You do not have to run insanely fast, as you do in a 5K, you are done in under an hour, and you are not in any pain the rest of the day! Also, I am officially addicted! I can see why people compete in races regularly. They are so much fun!


  1. Wow!! Good for you! I can't even run 1K probably...LOL! I am so glad that you have found a way to exercize, be a good example for the boys and enjoy yourself all at's THAT for multi-tasking?? HURRAY for more endurance, a healed leg and the boys coming to see you race. Can't wait to hear about more of your running adventures.

  2. Awesome race, again! That's so cool that your kids cheered you on, they must be so proud to have a mom who's a runner! My oldest (6) always says "I didn't know you could run that fast!" even though I'm not fast at all!

    Happy Thanksgiving!

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