So it’s been a couple of weeks since my 5K and I know I promised you a recap of the day last week but Fit Boy came down with his billionth ear infection and we had issues with meds upsetting his stomach. Add a cluster feeding baby and you can tell how my week was But fear not because here is my recap!
Thankfully, the race was a bit later in the morning so it gave us a chance to get ready, take our time, play with the kids, feed the baby before we had to go. That, and it’s way easier to get a sitter to come for 9am than 5:30am. Hubby and I were ready and out the door and on our way to the park with lots of time to get there, figure out where the start was and get organized. I get excited/nervous/chatty on race days. I can’t help it, there’s just something that hits the air on bib days. Hubby is a bit more reserved. I don’t think he like races so much, or at least he doesn’t turn into a verbal diarrhea-ing mess like I do.
No sooner had we left did we then encounter some serious traffic jams. We. Weren’t. Moving. It actually got to the point where I didn’t think we would make it in time. Thankfully, the racing gods favoured us that morning and we got there with a few minutes to spare. The race was very small. This was actually kind of nice because it felt more like a training run atmosphere than the chaos that can sometimes happen at large events.
Taking the quickest picture ever so we can get over to the starting line.
Before we knew it, the whistle blew and we were off! This wasn’t an officially timed race so we were relying on the trusty garmin to track our time for us. I’ve been running intuitively lately (I have a post half written in my head about this that I plan to share very soon) so I will usually just set the watch to not show my pace. Hubby wanted to see the pace so he won the battle and got to wear the watch (we really need to get a second watch so we don’t fight like two year olds over it).
The first loop around the park felt FANTASTIC. I felt fresh, strong, no pain and like my legs and my brain were speaking the same language. At one point, hubby asked me why I was running so fast. I didn’t feel like I was pushing myself at all. My body just felt good. The second lap was tougher. I started to feel the heat and wished I had brought a small water bottle with me. This was the warmest day I’d run yet and the shade was intermittent.
I had no idea what my pace was, how long we’d be out or anything like that. I was just enjoying the run. With about 500m I was starting to feel tired. I think it was a mental thing because my lungs weren’t burning and my legs felt fine. I really wanted to walk but hubby kept going. He was checking the Garmin a lot so I knew we were doing well.
I finally saw the finish line and crossed over. My goal was to finish in about 33:00. Based on training and where I was at with my return to running, I felt like that was doable. Imagine my shock when the Garmin showed 29:49!!!
It says 29:51 but that’s because I accidentally hit the start button to continue the timer. That horrid string of profanity you thought you heard? Yeah…that was me.
Considering, I didn’t think I’d get my sub-30 5k until perhaps the fall, I am stinking happy and proud of myself.
I have no idea why I’m holding the water bottle up like that.
Now I need to build my mileage up and gear up for half mary training! BOOM-POW!!