This week featured a two-day backpacking trip which, combined with my Achilles problems, allowed me only two running days for 15 miles total, including a 10K race yesterday. This used to be one of the standard races in my local area and used to draw a good crowd, but it almost died after Covid and, under new management, has never really come back. There were only 21 runners total in the 10K (and 30 in the accompanying 5K), no age-group awards, no T-shirt unless you entered over a month in advance, and only one filthy porta-potty for the whole race. However, it's a nice fast course on country roads with smooth, flat pavement and few turns, it had more shade than I remembered (the roadside orchards have grown taller!), and the weather was unseasonably cool, only low- to mid-60s during the race. I spent the whole race chasing after the second- and third-place women who ran together for the whole race. They put about a minute on me in the first mile, but by mile 2 they appeared to be no longer gaining on me, and when we hit the halfway turn-around I got the silly idea that I could possibly chase them down. I closed hard in the second half and almost caught them with 100 m to go, but they heard me coming and turned on the jets, outsprinting me to the finish. (The 16-year-old overall female winner beat us all by 13 minutes. Oh well.)
I was quite happy with my race. My time of 58:16 was almost a minute better than my last 10K six weeks ago. More importantly, this was maybe the first race I've run since I started my comeback 20 months ago in which I wasn't just hanging on over the second half, but was aggressively chasing runners ahead of me. I'm hoping for a repeat in the half-marathon that I'll probably run in six days, although I haven't yet entered.
Happy and healthy running to all!