Yesterday was the NH 10 Miler. I honestly didn’t know what to expect but I was nervous because everyone kept stressing the hills. I thought maybe it’s not that bad… but it is!
I woke up at 5:45 and rolled out of bed to have breakfast. I ate an English muffin with peanut butter and then dressed for the race. I could tell already that it was cool but told myself I would be fine once the sun came up. I left the house around 6 and headed towards Manchester.
I got there earlier than expected and snagged a nice parking spot! I headed to get my number and then went back to my car for warmth, but first I took a photo of the lake.
Around seven twenty I headed back to the start to get in a warm up. My head and hart weren’t really in it but I wanted to change that. I had been sick all week with a cold so I contemplated skipping this race more than once, but even just at the start I was glad I was here. Better to do a ten mile run with a thousand strangers than solo. I headed down a dirt path for a quick warm up jog and then did some dynamic stretching.
After that I headed to the start. I saw Liv and Krista right before! Then I headed to the seven minute pace area. I didn’t really have a plan but was hoping I could manage sub seven pace. Before I knew it the gun went off. I made a decision to be conservative for the first five miles and then start picking it up if I could.
The first two miles weren’t bad, but then the hills started. Mile five was the worst, it felt never ending! My legs were on fire and I wasn’t sure I could sustain the pace I was currently doing let alone pick it up. I also had spend the first five miles behind a six03 runner hacking up a lung and sniffling so I felt bad for him. I almost wished he would take off ahead of me so I wouldn’t bother him anymore!
Anyway after mile five I decided to remain conservative for a couple more Miles and then pick it up. I think that was my problem this race, too conservative. I held off too long and had too much at the end, but that happens in unfamiliar races. I thought I picked it up a bit from 6-8 but then another hill hit that really slowed me down.
With one mile to go I didn’t take off because I still thought another hill was going to pop up. I held back until I realized I could see the finish! Then I gave what I had left. I think that’s the reason I am not completely happy with my time. I feel like I was smart but I held back too much, I could have given more. I shouldn’t have let the hills scare me but they did. I held back because of them and wish I had pushed it sooner.
I wish I could have managed a sub seven minute pace. My watch says I did, but the official time says I didn’t. There is always next year. I need to learn to be happy with what I accomplish now. I am always achieving one thing and on to the next without giving myself time to be happy and proud. I am hoping to change that!
Anyway I ended the race and said never again, but I think I will do it again. I honestly like hills they make me feel strong! Hoping next year I can get a course PR and beat 1:11 which was my time this year.