I have only done a few short, slow runs since running the Green Lakes Endurance Runs 50k last week. I've been focusing on recovering. Today was going to be my first longer, faster run. A friend of mine from the Runners World Forums was participating in the Summerfest 12k and I enjoy running at Mendon Ponds so I figured I'd run it as well.
When I got to the park I realized that this was a race on the roads at Mendon Ponds, not a trail race. I was a little disappointed but life goes on. I decided I'd line up at the back of the pack and run pretty slowly. I struck up a conversation with a gentleman about my age and we took off at a comfortable pace. After about a half mile the guy next to me asks "is this the fastest back of the pack you've ever been in?" The funny thing is, I was thinking the exact same thing. My pace felt like I should be in the middle, but I was very close to the rear.
I wasn't really planning on "racing" this race. I just wanted to run comfortably hard to get the legs and heart pumping again. I figured a 10:00 mile would be good. Of course I didn't wear a watch and I left my Garmin in the car so I had no idea what my real pace was. I kept trucking along trying to keep a consistent pace. I spoke with a few people along the way. I was feeling good enough to speak conversationally.
Around the 8k mark I started passing some people despite not picking up the pace. I think a lot of people took off at their 5k pace and were starting to pay the price. By 10k there were a lot of walkers. I was startign to feel sore and tired but not too bad. I attributed it more to residual fatigue from the 50k than to today's effort.
In the end I finished the Summerfest 12k in 1:10:20, for a pace of 9:26 per mile. It was a bit faster than I planned, but not too bad. The run served it's purpose. I was tired, but was able to run at a fairly reasonable speed.
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