Last week I ran a race with nearly 9,000 women including one very special woman — my mom!
Some time in late Winter/early Spring I suggested this ladies-only race to my mom, who eagerly signed up. She’s run a bunch of 5Ks (often placing or winning in her age group!), but this 6.2 mile run would be her longest race and run ever. Matt made her a 10K training plan and she followed it to the letter. (Yea, I get it from my mama).
I had been counting down the days til the New York Road Runners Mini 10K for months. After the Brooklyn Half, I was definitely in good enough shape to run 6 miles, but I didn’t have the emotional umph to race it, and the opportunity to run side by side with my mom was a pretty great one.
The race started at 60th Street on Central Park West and runs up CPW, entering the park on 90th Street. I love any race that takes you outside Central Park and into the streets, but I didn’t know this one did, so it was a stellar surprise.
I wore my Garmin and acted as my mom’s pacer. Like many of us, she has a habit of starting out too fast, so it was my job to make sure our pace was sustainable for the full 6.2 miles.
My mom is one tough cookie. She didn’t stop running for one second during the entire race. She powered impressively up hills, often passing people on the steepest inclines. And she kept up conversation, or at least let me talk and responded without sounding like she was gasping for air.
I run in Central Park all of the time. I know Park Drive loop like the back of my hand, and it was really special to share it with her. As we approached hills, I’d describe them and prepare her, and then pump her up on the downhill. I told her everything I knew about different areas in the park as we passed them. I will take any excuse to name all of the park gates.
We finished the race holding hands. It was one of the best feelings in the world to be there when my mom accomplished a big goal.
I think she’ll be back for more.
Have you ever run a race with a family member? Or paced a close friend?