Yesterday, I ran my first 10K in “the real world”; previously, I ran a 5K almost eleven years ago, and did a non-competitive 5 miler at thanksgiving 3.5 years ago.

I was a bit worried about how my treadmill training would map to real world running, but signed up for the Austin Capitol 10K as a forcing function to keep working out.

tl;dr: it went pretty well: it didn’t go as well as I’d hoped, nor as poorly as I feared. I beat my previous 10K time by about four minutes and finished just inside the top third of my age group.

What went well:

• The weather was great: Sixties to low seventies. It was sunny, but early enough that it wasn’t too hot. I put my bib number on my shorts because I expected I’d have to take my shirt off to use as a towel, but I didn’t have sweat pouring into my eyes until the very end.
• Because it wasn’t hot, my little SpeedDraw water bottle lasted me through the whole race.
• While I expect my knees are likely to be my eventual downfall, I didn’t have any knee pain at all during the run.
• No blisters or chafing, with new Balega socks and Brooks Ricochet 3 on my feet and Body Glide for my chest.
• After running on the perfectly flat and almost perfectly predictable treadmill for three months, I expected I was going to trip or slide in gravel when running on a real road. While I definitely had to pay a lot more attention to my foot placement, I didn’t slip at all.
• Sprinting at the finish felt great.
• A friend ran with me and helped keep me motivated.
• The drive to and parking for the race was easy.

Could’ve been better/worse:

• Two miles in, my stomach started threatening to get rid of the prior night’s dinner; the feeling eventually faded, but I worried for the rest of the race.
• As a little kid, I had horrible allergies, but since moving to Texas they’re mostly non-existent. On Saturday, my nose started running a bit and didn’t stop all weekend. Could’ve been a disaster, but it was a mild annoyance at most.
• I woke up at 4:30am, 90 minutes before my alarm, and couldn’t get back to sleep. Still, I got 5.5 hours of good sleep.

What didn’t go so well:

• Pacing. Running on a treadmill is trivial– you go as fast as the treadmill, and you always know exactly how fast that is. I wore my FitBit Sense watch, but because I had to keep my eyes on the road, I barely looked at it, and it never seemed to be showing what I wanted to know.

  I missed seeing the 1 mile marker, and by the time the 2 mile marker came along I was feeling nervous and demotivated. My watch had me believing that I was far behind my desired pace (I wasn’t, my first mile was my fastest). I didn’t get “into my groove” until the fourth mile of the race, but I wasn’t able to maintain it.

  I spend most of my running on the treadmill in the “Cardio” zone, but I spent most of this race in “Peak”:

• Crowds. There were 15000 participants, and when I signed up, I expected I’d probably walk most of the race. As a consequence, I got assigned to one of the late-starting corrals with other slow folks, and I had to spend the first mile or so dodging around them. Zigzagging added an extra tenth of a mile to my race.
• Hills. Running hills in the real world is a lot harder than doing it on the treadmill; in the real world, you have to find ways to run around the walls of walkers; while I’d hoped I’d find this motivational, seeing so many folks just walking briskly enticed me to join them. It didn’t help that some jerk at the top of the hill at 1.5mi assured everyone that it was the last hill of the race– while I didn’t fully believe him, there was a part of me that very much wanted to, and I was really annoyed when we hit the bigger hill later.
• Forgettability. Likely related to the fact that I spent almost all of my time watching the road underfoot, an hour after the race was over, I struggled to remember almost anything about it. From capitol views to bands, I know there were things to see, but have no real memories of them. I’m spoiled by running on the treadmill “in” Costa Rica, although I don’t remember a ton of that either. Running definitely turns off my brain.
• Poor Decisions. After the race, I wanted to keep moving, so I walked to a coffee shop I’d passed on my drive into the city. While my legs and cardio had no problem with this, at the end of the four-mile post-race walk, my feet (particularly my left foot arch) were quite unhappy.

-Eric

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