How was your weekend? We went to PA to celebrate my nephew’s first birthday and had a great time catching up with everybody.
A week ago I signed up for a 5k at 9pm Saturday night. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but I was not feeling it Saturday. I wanted to be winding down at 9pm on the couch.
But sometimes good races come when you least expect them, so I went.
It was hot and humid but a mostly flat course. As a “Glow run” it’s become pretty popular for a small town and had 3,000 runners!
I warmed up for a sweaty mile and headed to the front. My mom, brother and husband came by to watch and had fun taking pictures and embarrassing me at the start of the race. 🙂
With the “ready, set, go!!” the front of the pack took off waaay too fast. At the 400m mark my watch said 6:03 pace and I slowed it down and soon found I was passing lots of eager beavers who couldn’t hold the pace (lots of young teenagers were running this race and I get it, it’s always tempting to start too fast!)
The first mile felt strong and relatively comfortable. I didn’t learn until after the race (because of the dark) that I ran that mile in 6:31, my fastest mile since baby J was born. Yay!
However, it’s good I didn’t know because mile two was brutal. It had some very small inclines but my legs thought they were mountains. With the humidity I was huffing and puffing and seriously wanted to quit. If it hadn’t been for my family waiting at the finish, I might have taken a walk break. I later learned that mile two was 6:57, ouch.
By mile three, we were back on flat ground and I was able to pick it up slightly and hold it to the finish with a 6:45 mile and short sprint to the finish. I used to always have a sprint left in me but not in the past 9 months. I think I’m just not willing to let my body hurt as much I used to, ha!
Final time: 20:48, a 22 second improvement over my 5k two weeks ago and another post baby-J record!
And as much as I was hating the 5k in mile two, I know I have a stronger mile two in me so I’m ready to find the next race. As usual, the pain is forgotten and the fire in my belly says, let’s do it again and better this time!!
Oh- and I learned that I placed first in my age group and won a hand-blown glass prize, although I didn’t stick around until 10:30pm to collect it but am hoping to still claim it.
The next morning, we took advantage of child care at the grandparents and got out for a short couple’s run through the gorgeous (hot, humid) countryside. .A perfect way to end the weekend.
Did you ever surprise yourself in a race?
Are you energized or ready to crash at 9pm?