This summer I have been road racing a lot. Road races are such a blast. There are usually thousands of people all out to run the streets of wherever the race is while hundreds of more people come out to cheer. One of the most fun ones that I did was the wharf-to-wharf race in Santa Cruz. It was such a party! There were over 15 bands on the 6 mile course blasting music while other spectators were screaming encouraging cheers at all of the runners.
My goal was to be one of the top four runners because there was only prize money for 1st through 4th. I knew it could be tough because there were a lot of East African runners competing, and they are always the toughest competitors. At the beginning of the race I must not have warmed up enough because my legs felt really bad. While I came through the first mile in 5:12, it felt like I had just run a 4:45. The front pack was well ahead of me before I knew it as my pace dropped to about a 5:20.