Let me amaze the blog world with my mad culinary skills. Behold my pre-race dinner. Peanut butter (crunchy) and jelly with milk. Can you believe the Food Network isn't ready to give me my own show? Hey, it was organic milk AND organic peanut butter. Does that count for something?
I got up only sorta early this morning for today's 5K race, Too Hot To Handle. You can rest assured that I picked out the pinkest outfit in the drawer, paying no mind to matching. Hey, I planned to run so fast I'd be a blur anyway! Notice the double pink race day bow. Tradition. And no, I haven't cut my hair, I just double up my pony to keep that mass of hair off my back. I've tried braids, but then my hats don't stay on. Eh.
I arrived early enough to get a few warm up miles in and lo and behold, ran into my girl Kat at Flagpole Hill. We were parking twins! (I know gag, hey it's my blog I can be dumb if I want to) We walked the half mile or so to the pre-race madness. And then the reunions began. I love a good Run On race because I'm guaranteed to see so many people I know. This one did not disappoint! I met up with my group from last session (remember I ran their first 5K with them here) and tried to be as encouraging as I could. It was barely 7 am and already quite warm. The race was supposed to begin at 7:30. At 7:45 we were still lined up, packed in at the starting line, going nowhere. Uh, what? With each passing minute the sun rose higher in the sky. This was not going to be pretty.
The horn finally went off around 7:50 with no fanfare, no warning. I hastily pushed "play" on my iPod and crammed it into my Spi Belt. Gave the Start button on my Garmin a tap and we were off!
Except we weren't moving very fast. Lots and lots of weaving. Oh how I wish there was a quick overview of Running Etiquette on the back of bibs. I totally support the walkers and the slow folks (hey, I'm one of them) but Good Golly Pete. It's a lot of work trying to get around walkers at the start line. And it is dangerous for them as well - lots of shoving from rude fast people. We all need lessons.
The crowed thinned a bit when the 15K broke away from the 5K. Thankfully, I was a 5Ker. Thankful until we headed up a short, but steep, hill. Who plans these things? At least the hill wasn't at the end! (well, actually it was but in reverse)
Here's the dealio. It was amazeballz hot. And I weaved and wove the entire race. I tried to hard to maintain a sub 9 pace but it just didn't happen. At mile 2 I realized I was just over 18 minutes and though that I had it. I could certainly do a 10 minute mile. Right?
I ended up, by my watch, at 29:32. Sadness. I didn't even PR, much less meet my goal. But y'all it was 89 (31.66 C) when we started. Brutal. Barely a lick of shade on the course. I crossed that finish line and proceeded to rush to the grass, fearful I was going to ralph all the water I managed to consume. The heat really took it out of me.
So, what are you gonna do? I can't PR every race I run. I can't control the heat. I ran a good race, I'm proud of my effort and I'm moving on. It's all good.
I shoved a slice of pizza in my cake hole and headed back to the finish line to cheer on the remaining 5Ker's and ran in my group. They did great! After I got them hydrated I headed back to the finish to cheer on the 15kers. I love spectating! It's so much fun to see everyone working so hard and to see the look on their face as they see that finish line. They look that says, "I did it!"
And it's that what racing is all about?