Race: Norton Sports Health Great Pumpkin 10K
Place: Louisville, Kentucky
Date: September 30, 2017
I have actually had no intention to race these days. Honestly, I’m still dealing with a bit of a hip twinge thing when I run at times and have been keeping each run to a basic run/walk as I continue to heal this body and strengthen my hips and core. After giving up on my Chicago Marathon this year, I’ve been pretty down in the dumps and depressed. I put a lot of work into training and it just hasn’t fallen right for me in marathon training in 2 full years now. Wouldn’t you be depressed?
Honestly, I’ve felt like a bit of a failure.
There…I said it.
Sensing this, I think, my friend Melissa texted me and told me I should consider signing up and run/walking this as part of my recovery run/walks. I ran it past Cathy, because I do get all gung-ho about running stuff and dive right in. Cathy told me she would be okay with it as long as I stuck with Melissa and Paul and promised to run/walk. I was going to run it past my physical therapist…but that’s a whole new blog waiting to be written.
And it will be written.
But not here. That being said, I went ahead and registered for the Great Pumpkin 10K and let Melissa know. I also said that she now had the responsibility of making sure I didn’t overdo it. In races, I usually get wrapped up in the hype, and yes, the competition, and overdo things when I’m coming back from injury.
As a big help, Melissa picked up my race packet for me and texted me to let me know that the race shirts were the softest fabric she has ever felt. This was not an exaggeration. This meant that I could go home and eat my pre-race pizza sooner, rather than later, and settle in for the night with my PT stretches and all. YAY for awesome friends.
I was also going into this knowing that Melissa was having the worst week ever, and prior to Saturday morning, broke her toe pretty badly and fell down some stairs and busted up her knee. We really are the same person, I swear. We decided just to go out and see what we could do…and have some fun while doing it.
After all, if it isn’t fun, why bother?
Saturday morning arrived and I ate a light breakfast at home, packing a pouch of applesauce to eat prior to the race itself. I’m horrible about hydrating pre-race, but poured a bottle of water to take with me…which I pretty much ignored on the drive to Beckley Creek Park. The race began and ended at the Egg Lawn…and this was the one area of The Parklands I had yet to run in. So…I knew nothing of what awaited me. And…Cathy, used to going to Pope Lick for me to do my runs, went the wrong way, but with some Google Maps-fu…I got us there some back roads way and we made it to the parking area, coming in the way that no one else was coming in. Everyone else got instructions from the Web site, which Cathy had done, and was now waiting in a line at the other end of the parking area (in the grass). So, we got right in and parked. In a little ditch. In the tall grass. I told Cathy that my little Toyota might have an issue getting out of there.
We made the L-O-N-G walk to the start/finish area of the race where we were immediately spotted by Laura! It was great to see her and we stood around and talked for a little while…about running, people, Louisville City FC (soccer!). She needed to do her warm up and stretches and Cathy and I stepped over to a tree to wait on our friends. They arrived and Melissa handed over my bib and shirt. I tucked the shirt into Cathy’s backpack and she pinned me up. It was 5 minutes to the start and the three of us gave Cathy a good-bye and and we went to get into the start corral.
The National Anthem was being sung, and soon after…the race was given the go. And we were off. We strolled from our start place up toward the actual start line…crossed and we were off. Waving to Cathy as we passed.
Now…I knew that there were some hills here…but I didn’t know how steep some of these hills were. Like…whoa. That being said…I ran to the first hill and up it with no big issue. It wasn’t too steep, but on the way down, I realized I had lost my friends so I turned and immediately spotted Melissa’s florescent yellow Bondi Band. I walked until she and Paul caught me and then settled back in with them. It was fun getting to chat and talk and hear stories of years prior to this. They have done it the past 2 years…this was my first time doing this particular race.
Just after Mile 2…we turned around a corner and there was this MEGA-hill. Melissa said that I needed to be very aware of my hip on this one. I started up it. pushing off and making sure I was lifting my left knee to drive it equally…but about 3/4 of the way up, I had to stop being stubborn and walk it. The whole purpose was to not take anymore steps back and I was going to make sure I came out of this NOT limping. I waiting for Melissa and Paul and we continued on our way.
At one point heading into the turn-around at Mile 3, I got separated from them again. I kept going as I knew I could circle back around when I saw them at the turn-around point. They weren’t far behind me at all…and I just looped back and we were together for the rest of the run at this point.
Melissa’s toe/foot was really starting to hurt…and pain is never good. That’s when the dangerous game of compensation happens…so instead of pushing through it, we let her set the pace. If she started to run, we ran. If she needed to walk…we walked. It was a gorgeous morning…sunny and brisk…and it made for the best time in the long run because at least we could enjoy the morning.
Just before Mile 4, Howard caught up to us and he took a moment to ask about my hip. We talked a little bit about running and aches and pains and just how we’re happy to still be able to do it. And he got to talk to Melissa and Paul as well. I really need to get them into the NQRFPTR group. In fact, Howard made me explain how we don’t use the “S” word in our group. The “S” word, for those of you who are unaware, is SLOW. We don’t believe in “slow” runners. We believe in running deliberately!! Don’t you just love that? Howard went on to finish his run and as Melissa’s toe told her she was DONE running, we fell into step and had a nice talk and discussion as we walked the final two miles. We did, however, run the last bit to the finish line…and the three of us crossed this bad boy together!
Honestly, one of the most fun and enjoyable runs in a long time. Getting to do a recovery run with friends who keep you in check and keep your injury safe is priceless. I know good people…and good people look out for each other.
After the race, we received our medals and went over to the post-race area. They were doing the awards, but we stopped by some booths to grab some free Norton’s swag and spin the wheel to attempt to win some free Barre classes. Melissa did. I missed. But they were kind enough to give me a free class pass as well. As soon as Melissa’s toe is better, we’re going to go to a class together and check it out. I’m pretty excited.
And then…after that, we went to North End Cafe (of course) for brunch before they had to head home to get cleaned up to go to the Louder Than Life music festival (because they are hard core and amazing). Cathy and I went to hit up some Halloween stores, LUSH, Trader Joe’s and Costco. We got the first pumpkin of the season (which has been cut open and harvested for its seeds) and I also made a homemade batch of Pumpkin Seed Butter. YUMMY!
So…the official results of the Norton Sports Health Great Pumpkin 10K are that I finished in 1:24:33…complete with great conversation and laughs and time with friends. The struggle was real today, but we persevered and saw each other to that finish line. I was 960/1146 finishers overall. I was the 571/714 female finishers. And I was 109/126 in my age division. Melissa likes to say that this may have been my slowest race, but it was my safest.
But…I don’t believe every race needs to be a PR or an all-out sprint. Sometimes, the best races are the ones that you spend with friends, near the back of the pack, seeing each other through struggles with hip injuries and foot injuries and knee injuries. Talking and supporting each other through this crazy thing called life…where we have plenty of outside anxieties and stress weighing us down as well.
Finish lines…not finish times!
I wouldn’t have changed a minute of this race…nor do I regret taking the pace I did. When you get to spend time in the beautiful Parklands with some of your most beautiful friends…that’s a win any day!!