We had a super busy Saturday, with the 5k (and my vendor table) all morning and a school carnival all afternoon. I was lucky enough to have my whole family at the race (aka husband with the camera).
The 5k was okay.
Of course, the night before was the one night that our baby girl was sick and/or teething and, whatever the explanation, miserable from 10pm- 2am no matter what we tried. Poor girl!!
So we were all a little out of it Saturday morning but lack of sleep doesn’t necessarily affect performance unless it’s cumulative sleep deprivation so I won’t blame it on that.
I was also a vendor at the race with a table detailing my nutrition coaching and clean eating groups so I squeezed in one warm up mile, but not the full two that I had wanted to get in.
We lined up and took off! It was a small race, and one other woman was near the front with me.
We ran together for a bit until she pulled ahead. Mile one: 6:24, which is perfect except that it was already feeling too hard.
It was a two loop course. At the halfway mark, I pulled ahead of a small group including the first woman. One of the men running nearby called out, “there’s a lot of race left!” I responded, “yep!” I know what I’m doing… but it did make me wonder if I was already breathing too hard and signaling that this pace was going to be a challenge.
Not long after, he caught up to me and said he’d try to stick with me, so we ran the remaining mile and a half together. Mile two: 6:43, slower than I wanted, but giving it what I had. My cardiovascular fitness felt okay, but my legs were feeling sluggish.
Our final mile we ran in silence, other than the sing song rhythm of our labored breathing.
As we neared the finish, we said, “go for it!” But honestly, I had nothing left. Pre-baby, I remember always having a finishing kick but I’m not sure what happened to it. I’d like it back, please!
Despite being far off the 20 minute mark , it was a fun race and winning first woman was a sweet way to make up for my missed expectations. Final time was 20:45, (6:39 pace).
Soon afterwards, the kids race was up! L had fun on the short dash. I need to find more of these for her to do!
A rainbow bagel at the finish made her happy too. And her medal.
And now I have a rematch with the 5k on Saturday, and a half marathon the week after that! So time to begin the taper and see if my legs have anything more in them.
How often is a race a whole family event?
What’s next for you?