Also known as: the race I almost didn’t run, but thank goodness I did. Also known as: the race I took Uber to.
Alright, so let me paint this picture for you. The race started at 9AM and the start was 1.3 miles from my home. It was cold (about 42 degrees) and rainy. I woke up that morning, having barely done any real training for the race, and immediately thought about not showing up.
It was cold. And I was tired. And I didn’t have a plan of how to get to the race. And I couldn’t find my SpiBelt to stash all my things in.
^ TL;DR- I didn’t want to race.
But, once my loving boyfriend informed me that I was, indeed, going to run and I was going to do great (which I didn’t believe) I decided to call myself an Uber (the race provided a code for a free Uber ride!) I even treated myself to a black car (instead of Uber X) because my first ride was freeeeeee!
I tried out a new bib placement since it would have been too bulky with my jacket if I placed it on my torso. I didn’t have any problems with it being on my leg, in fact, I really liked having it there!
When I got there, everyone seemed super excited about the race.
Just kidding, we all hung out under a bridge near the start until the MC begged us all to come over to the start line at 8:50.
Special shout out to all of the volunteers who made this event possible. It sucks to run in the rain, but it’s gotta suck more to stand/ volunteer in it.
My whole race strategy (which I came up with on my way to the race) was to keep it steady for the first 3 miles and then try to pick up the pace on the last 2. It was an out and back course which I like (sometimes) because then you know exactly what is coming. Plus, you get to see the super fast people on their way back, while you’re still chugging along.
I thought I was totally going to crash during this race. Miles 2 & 3 felt hard while mile 4 stretched on F O R E V E R. But going into the 5th mile I realized I still had some energy in me!
These 2 girls in tutus and I had been neck and neck for a while, but into the last mile they made a surge to pass me. I thought about letting them pass, but then I remembered what my old cross country coach (whom I hated, just to be clear) used to say: “If someone makes a surge to pass you, stay on them, chances are they’re just surging to pass you, then they’ll slow down again, and you’ll be stuck staring at their back for the rest of the race.”
So I surged with them. And I’m so glad I did. It gave me the mental edge to keep pushing myself hard for that last mile. Eventually, in the last 400, I picked up my pace even more and left both of the tutu ladies behind and sprinted for the end.
My last mile was 8:45/mile.
My official finishing time was 45:37.53. 9:07/mile
That’s a PR for me! I mean, this was my first 5 miler, so anything would have been a PR, but that pace is close to last year’s 5K pace for me, so that’s exciting!
My Garmin’s timing was a little slower because I started it a hair too soon and ended it after I crossed the finish line, but it was ON POINT (or do we say “on fleek” now?) in the distance category. And the race started exactly on time.
So, the moral of this story is, sometimes we can surprise ourselves, and sometimes, running the races that we don’t want to run, are the ones we should run the most. Also, I really like the 5 mile distance :-p
Have you ever totally not wanted to run but then ended up doing amazing?