This morning Stable Boy and I went down and ran The Heart and Sole of Rigby 5K, my first race in 8 years!! I figured I would just take it easy and try to run about 10 minute miles because my "training" really went down the tubes this month between being sick, being up with various animals, and just plain staying up too late at night and not getting out of bed in time to do a workout.
Just before the start:
Stable Boy: I think I'll just run with you today.
Me: (thinking "Uh-oh."): You know I'm planning on 10 min/mile pace.
Stable Boy: That's okay.
Stable Boy may say that he is not a runner, but he is anything but slow. I knew he was picking up the pace after the start, but when he waved at me to keep up, I thought "What the heck!"
Sure enough, we breezed through the first mile marker at about 7 min/mile pace. I was able to run the whole race without stopping to walk, but boy, did I pay for that quick start during the last mile! Stable Boy held back so that we finished together with a time of 26:51.
Stable Boy thought it was a nice relaxed pace. I was red-faced and gasping for air. I consoled myself with the thought that at least I wasn't the girl tossing her cookies into the trash can next to the bagel table.
Funny thing about runners. That girl heaving her guts out didn't seem to faze anyone. They just walked right past and helped themselves to the end-of-race buffet, myself included!
Now it's time to catch up on the housework and try to finish up the ditch out back so we can get the fence up again. We had three loads of fill dirt delivered this week that Stable Boy is going to spread this afternoon. Better get to work!