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Marine Corps Marathon 10K/ Run for Vocations Race Report

This past weekend, my husband and I ran in the Marine Corps Marathon 10K as a part of the Run for Vocations team for the Archdiocese of Washington.  Last year, this race was my first real race.  I wrote a pretty lengthy report last year and actually had pictures (because my husband wasn't running).  You can read last year's report here.

This year, I must admit, I was not as excited about this race.  First, my hope, earlier this year, was to run the full marathon this weekend instead of the 10K.  Second, I have not been running as much and so, I am not as in good of shape as I was at this time last year.  Once I started barefoot running, I significantly reduced my mileage.  I knew I could run 6.2 miles without any problem, but I was not sure that I could run it fast.

So, the weekend came and, I was neither nervous nor anxious about the race.  I had no time goal in mind.  My time last year was 55:42, which, for me, is really good.  I was pretty sure that I would not run faster than that, so my only plan was to try to get as close to that time without taking more than 1 hr.

On Friday, after co-op. the boys and I met my hubby at work and we all trekked down to the expo.  The expo is huge.  I had fun looking at all the running items.  I stalked the Suntrust National Marathon table, trying to decide whether to register for their marathon or not.  And then we went home.  On Saturday, we headed downtown again for the Run for Vocations team mass.  Msgr. Panke, the Director of Vocations gave a great homily (as reported by my husband . . . A was SCREAMING and was so loud, I had to take him out of the church).   After the mass we talked to some of the other runners, met a few more of the seminarians and we headed home.

Sunday morning, I was up by 4:30 AM and got ready to go.  We were downtown at the race start by 7AM.  It was cold and packed!  Last year the 10K was capped at 5,000 runners . . . this year it was 10,000. As soon as we got out of the metro, we headed to the port a potties, and then checked our bag on the truck.  We met up with the Run for Vocations team, took a few photos and prayed and then lined up for the race.  There were a lot more Run for Vocation runners this year and what was even better is that there were a bunch of seminarians that ran too!

At 8 AM, the race started.  My hubby and I ran together.  Now, this had been an issue for days.  He may not run as much as I do, but he is naturally faster.  We had gone back and forth all week as to whether we should run together or not.  I did not want to hold him back, but in the end we decided that it would much more fun if we ran together.  I had a hard time getting used to running with another person.  There were a few times in the first couple of miles that, as I was trying to pass the runner in front of me, I would run right into my husband at my side!  We did get separated a during mile two, but came back together.  I enjoyed running with him.  I felt fine and I was running hard, harder than I have in a while.  I felt good until about mile 5 and then I started to get tired.  I told my husband to run ahead of me. He really wanted to push it during the last mile, but I just did not have it in me that day.  So, he ran ahead of me for a little.  Once I got to the 6 mile mark, my husband slowed down so that we could run up the hill and cross the finish line together.  We crossed with a time of 56:18.  I was pleased . . . out of 4501 women, I finished 538 . . . not too bad!

After the race we picked up our bag, got a massage and food at the runner's after party and then we headed to brunch with the Run for Vocations runners who ran the 10K.

The whole experience, once again, was great.  I loved running with my husband.  I loved the camaraderie of the Run for Vocations team.  I will be back again next year . . . but for the full marathon!


  1. Congratulations!
    Hope everything falls into place for the marathon next year.

  2. Awesome job; congrats! I think a big difference this year was the the mall was roped off too. Last year, the grassy sections were open, but this year they had it all closed. It made such a huge difference in the clustering of people all around.

  3. Wow, great time! And I agree it's nice to run with my husband...he's the only one who will keep at my pace so I don't have to feel bad by slowing anyone else down or making them run faster.

    I can't believe you wrote that you are going to do the Marathon next year! You go girl! (You'll probably get pregnant and be giving birth at that time...God is funny like that!)


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