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Sole of the City 10K recap!

My first race in almost a year and it is DONE!!
First, I did not plan on this race.  I had heard about this race at the Zooma Annapolis Kick-Off about a month ago and then saw a few moms in our Moms Run This Town Chapter mention it.   It looked like fun.  I had never run a race in Baltimore.  And I was confident that I could run 6 miles.  I had not run that far more than twicein the months before the race, but my IT band issues have subsided and my hamstring has been happy too, so I thought, why not!
Me and two gals from MRTT - For those of you who know me in person, please tell me that my face does not always look that huge!!

OK, onto the race details.  The start was really neat.  It began right next to a fire station.  A few people spoke very eloquently about the tragedy in Boston and to run this race for Boston.  The National Anthem was played and then we were off.

We started the race and, at first the three of us (above) planned on staying together.  I have NEVER run with anyone in a race before (expect my hubby), and all I have to say is that it is hard.  It is hard to run next to each other when there are so many runners around.  I got a little bit ahead of the other two ladies and at about a half mile into the race, I decided that I would run ahead.  So, I wished them a good race and pulled out my ipod to get the tunes pumping and I was off.

But wait, there was NOTHING playing on my ipod.  I always check my ipod before a race, just to make sure it plays.  This race?  Nope.  I charged it but that was it.  After fiddling with it for a few minutes, I decided to forget it. This would be my first race I would run sans music.

And that worried me.  Music typically drowns out the part of me that tells me I cannot do it, or that this is hard, etc, etc.  Every negative comment I tell myself while I run would come and one of my lines of defense was gone.  I thought I would be miserable for the whole race.

But it turns out, I wasn't.  And it was kind of nice.  I tuned into the people around me more than I have before.  We ran through Baltimore Inner Harbor, which was fun and I enjoyed it just a bit more.  I heard every single runner who thanked the police at the street crossings.  It reminded me of why I love to run in races and why I like other runners so much.

The whole race was nice.  Mile 5 is always a struggle for me, mentally, and this day that was no exception.  It was a hilly mile and was my slowest.

Mile 1: 9:32 pace
Mile 2; 8:41
Mile 3: 8:43
Mile 4: 8:47
Mile 5:9:15 (ACK!!)
Mile 6: 9:01
Last .29: 8:00

Time: 56:19 min (According to my Garmin)
Overall pace: 8:57 min/mile

I am really happy with that.  It was definitely not a PR, but I felt good the whole race and have felt fine since. 

Oh, and the funny thing is is that there was nothing actually wrong with my ipod . . . the volume was so low that I could not hear anything (and I even played with the volume during the race).  I guess I was not meant to run with the music this day!


  1. I always train with music but haven't ever listened to music during a race. I've only run 3 races and all with my hubby, so I think that's why - we usually try to talk in between the huffing and puffing. And your face doesn't look big IRL :) You just have to stick your neck out and point your chin down when the camera comes out. Ha!

  2. That's funny, but I am glad you ran without music. It is nice to fully appreciate the entire race experience, with out the music. Congrats on getting back out there too!

  3. Sounds like a great run--even without the music!


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