While reflecting on last Sunday's GOG 10 Mile race, I am grateful for the opportunity to have run such a special race with both my husband and daughter. I also feel great pride in how well my daughter, Gretchen ran, as this was her first run of this race, and she showed great courage and strength by giving it her all and running hard. Her finish time was extraordinary for a 14 year old girl, and I have no misconceptions about her probable faster finish next year...at a time shorter than my own.
My husband, Matt also ran well, but since he spent the day prior on a river rafting trip, he was tired on race morning, and his time wasn't what he'd hoped. I, like Gretchen, approached the course with courage and affection, as it's a beautiful course, on roads that I have grown to love, and it was also a perfectly cool and lovely morning.
The running gods were good to me, as I felt good most of the race, I was able to truly appreciate the scenery, and be present in my joy for the run, all while racing 1,600 other crazy runners, who seemed to enjoy hill repeats. Through all this, I ran a PR, coming in at 1:28:36; five minutes faster than last year, and a minute faster than my best time.
At 47 years old, and with sketchy training, I felt pretty damned good.
My daughter may be my talisman, so I will encourage her to continue running races with me. She is unfortunately, too young to run the Ascent this year, so I will have to tough that monster out alone.