I ran a 10K this morning. The Boys Town Race for Prevention of Child Abuse was sponsored by my company and I won free registration by raffle. How can you turn down something as easy as that? I couldn't. And even though the weather took a downward turn in temperatures, I got up and ran myself a nice little race.
I met up with another co-worker and had the pleasure of checking our rankings together when we finished. She did a tidy 5th place in her age division and was happy with her pace. I agreed. She did well. The company took home a big trophy for 2nd in Spirit with 100 registered runners. It was good all around. I don't think they all showed up but it's all for a good cause.
My time had me thinking about my own pace. My very first 10K was at my personal paradise in 2009. I got third place that first time and had a time of 1:06:46. Most recently on 3/12/16, I ran that 10K again and came in first with a time of 1:04:31. This morning, just a few weeks later, I ran a 10K in 1:03:58 and got myself a first place again.
Seven years have passed since my first 10K race. In that time I've bettered my time. Here is how they look all together:
3/07/2009 - 1:06:46
3/12/2016 - 1:04:31
4/02/2016 - 1:03:58
I can't explain it.
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