This New Year’s Eve, while in Barcelona, I ran my fourth race since I got back into running on Feb 1, 2012. It was the Cursa dels Nassos, an annual race near the oceanside of the city. Cursa del Nassos means “running of the noses.”
There were about 10.000 runners and I managed to finish 6.216th! The starting line was set up in a way where faster runners were put in front. You had to have run an official race in Spain in order to prove how fast you were. So, there were seven groups staggered according to speed from the starting line and all the way to the end where there were people without official times, including me, even though I tried to explain to them that I am a running god in Latvia. When the starting gun fired it took me 7 minutes to get to the starting line, but after that things got much better. I figure I must have started at about 9.800th place. I’m not that fast but faster than the three groups in front, so I was faced with a wall of slower runners that I could not pass easily. Several times I was forced to kick, push, and even yell at by someone running the race while pushing a baby stroller (I’ll post about how I feel about that another time – along with running a race with your dog). I ended up running on the side walk, on the grassy street divider, I even ran through the spectators.
I am not really complaining, becasue I cannot forget my first 10K where wave after wave of people stampeeded past me right after the starting gun. Now I managed to run past 3000 people in 60 minutes. (There were 6000+ in front of me who had finisshed before I did, but no matter!
I ended up with a time of 54:11 (5:25 pace) which is a new personal best. I couldn’t be happier. I ran my first 10K in 2012 and finished in 1:05:30 (6:30 pace). What is more is that I know that I have it in me to get much faster.