ARGHHH!! HATE Blogger! Sorry for those that read the first edition of my RR this morning before I finished it. "Save" button is to the right of the "Publish" button...will I ever learn? Anyhoo...here's the final draft.....
|My XC Son, Ryan; fellow blogger, Tara; the big man himself; the 5K hater|
But let's back up a bit before the race, just so you get the full picture. An few email exchanges between Tara and I....
6 days before race day:
Tara: Do you want to run one of the turkey trots around town on Thanksgiving?
Me: Absolutely NO. I hate 5k's.
We have some pretty deep and intellectual conversations, no?
4 days before race day:
Me: Okay, let's do one of the turkey races, I need some speed work and no better way than coughing up a lung on Thanksgiving morning.
Tara: I'm not sure I want to anymore, I hate 5k's.
Me: Me, too. Whatever, let's do it anyway, it'll be good for us. If it doesn't kill us.
Seeing a pattern here of highly intellectual conversations?
3 days before race day:
I register Ryan online but did not register myself as Tara was going to do that. Don't ask.
2 days before race day:
Tara: OMG, race registration is closed!
Me: Holy Crap! Ryan's going to be the only one running....
We spend the next several hours (and I mean HOURS) scrambling to find out if we can still register for the race or if we have to eat the cost of Ryan's entry and run a different one. Delusional us thought maybe we could actually place in our AG if we ran a different race. Hahahah. Like I said, delusional!).
We finally got things straightened out, the race registration was super stupid and closed the race a half day earlier than on the website....they obviously don't understand that 12:00pm is NOT midnight.
I wake up feeling miserable. Severe sinus garbage going on for over 3 weeks and just not mentally into this thing. I go and pick up Tara at her house, Ryan in tow.
Tara: I feel like crap, I have horrible stomach issues. I'm not running. I hate 5k's. What's your goal for the race?
Me: Survival! Seriously! I hate 5k's. I ran 3 miles last night with the last mile at an 8:00 and really struggled. I don't think I can sustain a sub-8 for 3.1 miles. I suck!
Tara: I hate 5K's (x6390)
Me: Me too (x6390)
Ryan: 5k's ROCK!
That kid needs some serious therapy, obviously!
As Ryan and I went to pick up our race packets, Tara gets a change of heart and decides to run the race despite her icky stomach. The weather was brisk but not overly so and I think we dressed perfectly for the conditions (how that happened, I'm not sure, I am usually over or under-dressed!).
|Myself and Tara, about to go tear up the course! Right!|
Off we go. YAY!
I try not to take out too fast. If you knew of my past racing nemesis, you'd be laughing at this statement. But I tried to just run controlled and steady and not cough up a storm....once I start coughing, then the race is basically over for me. I get into a good, steady pace behind a black shorts and Vibram 5FF guy and feel pretty good. I have no clue how fast I'm running (remember that whole Garmin thingie issues I have?) but there are mile markers spray painted on the path we were running and I hit mile 1 at 6:33. WTH???????? I am almost certain I can't run a 6:33 even if I were offered a billion bucks to do so. Not right now (okay...I know you want to hear it - again - so here goes....."in a past life, yes, but not this current one". You're welcome!).
Now, the logical side of me said: there is absolutely no way I ran a 6:33.
The illogical side of me said: Wow, I think I can run a sub-23, maybe even sub-22? if I can keep this up!!
Mind you, I think the last sub-22 I ran had to be pre-twin era (they're now 16).
Does all simple math become a class in partial differential equations when we race? I swear, I'm a somewhat educated person. Mile 2 I hit in like 17:30. That's the first time it dawned on me that mile 1 was pretty much off, I waw working way too hard to be running a 9 min/mile. But I'm feeling pretty good, not coughing yet, and thinking I had a good chance at a sub-25 (secret goal...which in reality, is sooo so soooo sad!).
And then it happened.... mile 2.5ish and the cough starts. Oh God! Please don't make me start walking.... Mr. Black Shorts and 5FF guy pulls ahead and I start my crawl to the finish line pretty much hating every second of that last half mile.
7:50 overall pace.
12th place female
4th in my age group. Why is my AG so highly competitive!?!?!?
Tara finished just a behind me - stomach cramps and all. Kinda hate her!
Ryan got his sub-20 and ran a 19:18.
I got some great speed work in. I didn't die. Tara didn't puke. A hot chocolate toast was was in order....and bonus, Santa had candy canes so I dropped mine in my post-race hot chocolate and the coughing subsided.
Santa is a miracle worker!
Tara: I hate 5K's.
Me: Me too. We should do them more often. Like maybe find a Jingle Bell one in December.
When I got home, I popped on Athlinks just to see if that was a Personal Worst 5k for me. Oh hell no....
|Colorado Rockies Home Run For The Homeless 2010||CO||5/2/10||3||25||180||7:53||24:30||+1:11||+2:02|
|Scream Scram 5K 2009||CO||10/23/09||17||17||70||7:30||23:19||+0:51||+0:51|
|That Dam Run 2009 - Run-5K||CO||3/1/09||2||9||45||7:13||22:28||-1:11||P.R.|
|Scream Scram 5K||CO||10/24/08||1||13||83||7:36||23:39||+0:26||+1:11|
|Colorado Rockies Home Run For The Homeless 5K||CO||5/11/08||3||19||112||7:28||23:13||-9:38||+0:4|
Nope, that PW title goes to the 5k I ran immediately after my return from the 2010 Boston Marathon (highlighted in yellow). You know....The Boston Marathon where I my foot injury fiasco from hell first started. Whatever, worst is still worst and this race wasn't my worst....I had a whole 10 seconds to spare even before that happened. Woohoo!!!
BTW, I probably ran about 30-40 5k's and 10k's that do NOT show up on Athlinks.com when I lived in Alabama in the early 90s. Why, I'm not sure....I guess Alabama doesn't partake in the Athlinks program, but dammit, I ran those in the SUB-20 range and I WANT them there so I don't look like a total sloth!!! *sigh*
Though the Gobble Wobble wasn't my PW 5k, I fully understand that I am not in ideal racing condition right now - not even close - and this race reiterates Carlsbad is just going to NOT be the race I had originally hoped....and that's okay, it really is. In 2012, with my Brooks/Boulder Running Co gig (I start on January 1st) forcing me to race a plethora of smaller local races, I am betting this pace is going to go down.
Nevertheless, I had a great time - thanks Tara for twisting my arm and making me cough a little. And will we be doing that Jingle Bell 5k this month? Ah....probably not. But one can never say never (Maybe we'll see Mr. Turkey there!). First, I have a little race this weekend, a bit longer in length, and apparently on snow-covered trails. Oh joy!!
|My front yard, taken moments ago. About 8" of fresh white stuff. Bleh!|
Run Strong, my friends!