Over the weekend, I ran the NYRR Mini 10k as part of my 9+1 for the 2017 NYC Marathon! I love the race because of the course and have done it a handful of times in the past. About a week ago, I decided to “race” to the best of current ability in order to gauge my fitness level. I am three months postpartum and have been working out often (T25 at home) and running a couple of times each week, nothing crazy but enough to make me wonder where I stood.
I didn’t know what to expect but hoped for an average pace of around 9:00/mi. It was a nice morning, a little humid (around 65 degrees, could have been worse for June).
I love the course of this race because the first and part of the second mile run up Central Park West and then you enter Central Park (and its challenging hills) for the remainder of the race. The start of the race was crowded, but not terrible (corrals went off in waves, which is new for NYRR). It’s fun to run on the street for part of the race and the crowds were awesome. I ran the first three miles with my friend, Fiona and the time went by rather quickly because we were chatting all things babies and working-mom life. We sort of thought we were going too fast but I felt better than expected (even with the aggressive hills, yay) so I kept at it. Miles 1-3: 9:00, 8:37, 8:39.
Shortly after Fiona and I were separated, I saw Abby cheering! It’s been way too long since we saw one another so she jumped in for a bit and we were able to catch up! I definitely felt semi-tired after the fourth mile but wanted to continue to give it my best effort. I knew that the last two miles weren’t as challenging in terms of elevation and I had run in this park hundreds of times. I knew I could get through the last miles. I started thinking about how I felt returning to running after Jennie was born and that it was a huge physical and emotional struggle. I knew I felt better this time so I used that pride and found some energy to speed up. Miles 4-6.2: 8:36, 8:21, 8:17 (last .2 was 7:50 pace).
I crossed the finish line and was really proud of myself. I obviously was not breaking any speed records but I ran a smart race (with a negative split, always a win) a little faster than I believed I could and it gave me some hope for some speed over the summer and for my half marathon training in the fall.
Overall: 6.2 miles, 53:35, 8:38 pace
Side note: I love the atmosphere of this all-women race (I keep coming back) BUT are the pink shirts, medals, bagels, carnations really necessary? It may be just me but pink does not equal feminism.