What goes up must come down, and, after turning off Highway 50, it was payback time. The road through here seemed to go up as far as the eye could see. It would disappear around a turn and go up again. I remember one hill seemed exceptionally steep, but I was determined to keep running. Once I finally plateaued around a bend, I could see the road became steeper still. Feeling like I was about to die and with nobody else in sight, I slowed to a walk. By the time I had nearly crested the hill, I could see there was one runner behind me, so I sucked it up and started running again.
I ran the remainder of the course, which featured steep downhill sections and a long, gradual uphill back to the finish line on the square. I was pleasantly surprised with my time of 48:50, which gave me a pace of 7:52/mile, meaning I had finally broken the elusive 8-minute mile barrier. My wife and daughter, who had walked the 5k course, crossed the finish line fifteen seconds ahead of me, while my oldest daughter pulled in about thirteen minutes later. Though this was a tough course at times, we enjoyed ourselves, as this was the first race in which we were all able to participate. We compared notes on the drive home and looked forward to eating turkey, thankful for another year of good health.
My oldest makes her way to the finish line
Youngest strolling along the 5k course
After the race
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