Old Agoura 10K: MASSIVE “invisible” PR!
Every once in a while, I have one of these days. Most of the time “hills” are involved. I would love to have the day match up with a fast course, but so be it, I won’t complain. Today was a MASSIVE “completely invisible” Personal 10K Record.
I suppose when seeking out courses to cream my 37:00 10K PR, I should have been more keen to the mention of “HILLS” in the race title. I imagined a few rollers and Ricky had me believing in my myth. I could have researched previous race results to snoop around at what times other ladies were turning out. I would have found that the amazing Mary Akor ran this course in 37:10 followed closely by the as gorgeous as she is fast Grace Padilla: 37:13. If I had known that, I might have worried more about these “hills.”
Luckily for me, I was as clueless as I was pink. I stood cautiously staring down the start line. A hill made for downhill skiing left no where to stride. A man behind me politely asked me what time I would be running. I notified him “36 something” and he backed away. Sniff-sniff, do I smell?
BAM! We are off. Tim rockets into the hill like any good downhill skier might. Immediately, I let him go. Six men follow him and I joyously eat them all up save one in the first mile. My breathing is smooth and relaxed. Mile 1: 5:36. Mile 2 turns into an uphill. The man tailing Tim begins to drift back and I pick the fight: “That’s right white shirt and black shorts, you are my target.” I threw some mental pigtails on him just for kicks to make me track him aggressively. Um, don’t tell him that!
Mile 2: 5:45. I am stoked! I feel great and loving the times. We turn into more uphill and oh-come-on-Running-Gods, blasting wind? I find myself huffing up hill into wind all the while tucking my chin down in order to run my line. I am getting closer to my labelled rabbit.
Mile 3: 6:00. OK, OK, I can get it back. I remind myself that mile 5 on in is supposedly all downhill. How bad can it be? Endless up hill awaits mixed with more wind and a sharp turn around. Mile 4: 6:26. Argh! Now it gets interesting. Steep, sharp, pop up hills roll one after the other. For every snap dragon of an up there is a bommer of a down. I am on my target’s heels as we power pump up sniper hills and try to rocket down the slopes. My knees are immediately rejecting said activity as they wobble with the downshift.
Mile 5: 6:21. At this point, I forget the over all time and focus on kicking my rabbit’s derriere. He knows I am there. He knows I want him and suddenly, it is a race. A race that continues to have hills! What happened to a last mile of blessed downhill? We roll to the 6 mile mark: 5:45. Then I give it my best attack. The rabbit wins by two seconds: 37:02 to 37:04! I did not realize how good this was for this course at the moment and I might have shook the rabbit’s hand for a little too long. Ah well, I was low on OXYGEN!
If I can come this close to my previous PR on a twisted sister of a course like this one, if I can run times like those lovely ladies listed above, well…..this was a performance that I needed to get my head straight in the game. Today was a success.
The gun went off and nobody was in front of him. He verifies the absolute nastiness of hill action. Nobody ever gets in front of him. He wins the race: 35:53, a full 70 seconds ahead of the rabbit and I. Nicely done Tim!!!! He actually said more than that when he was interviewed for TV.