After posting Saturday night about the fact that I am just not a road runner anymore, I still found myself at the start line of the Vancouver First Half on Sunday morning.
I’m not going to write a race report, because it wasn’t a race for me. I committed to pacing Nikki, and seeing if we could squeeze out a sub 2 for her, despite her recent splash of back luck screwing with her training the past few weeks. We had no clue how her race would go, how her body would respond to racing, and I wanted to be by her side to help her no matter what happened. Originally we had wanted to have a sub-2 team, with some other friends aiming for that elusive sub 2, but we didn’t want to put any extra pressure on Nik, so I just said I’d stay by her side no matter what.
Silly me, I had some really dumb thoughts going into this, including, but not limited to : a) that since it wasn’t the speed I can run, that it would be relatively easy b) that 10 and 1′s would be no big deal c) that my foot/ankle would hold up because of the slower pace d) that pacing someone is easy.
I was wrong. I had a rough morning, and while it was great fun to run a race side by side with a good friend, I never ever should’ve run. It was stupid and now I’m paying for my stupid decision.