Prior to my first so-called Bryant group run this morning, I thought how funny it would be if I ended up running all by myself, just in the distant company of other runners (presuming I could at least see them in the distance). I thought that would be ironic for a loner like me. Well...
There were 21 of us there this morning (probably 18 gals and 3 guys). I tried to record a bit of the pre-run excitement on my new iriver. It was my first time to bring it on a run!
Immediately upon starting, I got a rock in my shoe. $%#@!!! So that put me a bit behind the pack. Almost immediately a group of about a dozen were way ahead, then 2 walkers ahead of me, and a string of people behind me. No big deal. I passed the walkers fairly quickly and thought the big group was within reach. Oh was I wrong...
I immediately got the message that the streets in Bryant were not always marked. I got yelled at from behind to make a turn once, thankfully. Since there was no street sign, I assumed our turn must be the next marked street up -- not so.
One particular turn never materialized... and the next thing I knew, I was all the way out in Bauxite! I rolled my eyes, as I had been running alone for a while. "Great," I thought, "all by myself - how ironic." I decided to forego the course and just do an out-and-back. The group was running 8 (and some 14 and some 4) but I aimed to do 10, per my new training plan.
The first 5 miles weren't so bad: 11:29, 13:29 (um...), 12:55, 12:07, 12:24. My average pace was at the high end of my range, but that was OK.
At mile 6 I realized that I had LOST the iriver! Oh. My. God. I was so mad/frustrated/sad/you-name-it. So I really had no choice but to retrace my steps (on the wrong side of the road, mind you). Fortunately it few just a few hundred yards away. That's when it hit me: I'm running alone, I'm lost, I'm incredibly slow, and I've dinged up my new favorite toy.
I could not manage to follow the same course back (again, the lost thing...) so at about mile 7 I called to vent to Chasen. He groaned when I told him that I had lost the iriver! But he was relieved that I found it. How does everyone carry their recording devices?
I begrudgingly did those miles. I was SPENT. I contemplated just walking back to my car... but I figured I had to get there regardless, so I tried to run as much as I could. The second five sadly went like this: 13:29, 13:12, 14:22, 14:12, 14:53. My overall average pace was 13:16 -- blech.
So much for group running! Will I give up after one try? NO. Especially since this group is running with the HUGE Little Rock group next weekend at the River Trail. Surely I won't get "lost" with over a hundred people on a contained course.
My future podcast should be called "Off I Go," because I seemed to say that each time I did a recording today. Ha ha ha! It's not super clever, but seemingly very accurate and applicable: me, trying to do something no matter what it takes.