I got stuck about halfway back in the pack, so my first mile was probably around an 8:15. In retrospect it was probably a good thing to prevent me from going out too fast. Around mile 2 I was stuck near some heavy breather. He kept exhaling real loud- "WHEW! WHEW! WHEW!!!" I looked down to see I was running in the 7:20/mi range and worried I was going too fast, but hell, I felt good. It was around mile 3 I decided to just not worry about my pace, and just start to race. I tried to focus on keeping relaxed, and staying steady. Mile 4 brought a focus on other runners ahead of me, and a need to pick them off. It usually involved fixating on someone wearing a peculiar hat. First there was the woman in the santa hat, then it was a guy in a Dr. Seuss Cat in the Hat hat. Finally, around mile 5 I saw some dude wearing a hat, backwards, emblazoned with a pot leaf. I had to pick that guy off... and I did, about 30 yards from the finish line. Does that make me a dick? Maybe. One bad thing though- I got picked off by some dude near the finish I had passed 1/2 mile earlier on a short uphill. That sucked, but hey, it was my fault, I kicked too early. I didn't leave enough gas in the tank. I felt like I was gonna revisit my breakfast, but was able to keep things where they belonged. Two runners I saw weren't so lucky. One guy threw his groceries in the timing chip removal area.
I don't run many 10Ks, this was probably my 3rd or 4th, with my best time being 42:00 or around there that I ran many years ago. Today, I ran a 43:38, and was pretty pleased. I went into it just hoping to break 45 minutes.