I also scheduled myself for a 5k prior.
Yesterday, September 29th was the big day for my 5k. My training has been half-assed. I don't ever seem to get out except for one weekend day or if I'm lucky, the one day off during the week I get rarely. I was a bit nervous. My week was a hellacious one. I had appointments and places to be almost every day. I kept thinking "Today, I'll get out" but by Wednesday it wasn't happening and then on Thursday, my daughter had me wrangled in to go Homecoming dress shopping. Mind you, Homecoming was Saturday. Yeah. Last minute.
Friday, was my usual, speed downtown for cello lessons, then across town for the Homecoming football game. I hate to say it, but when the game was delayed at half-time for weather, we thankfully took our leave so that I could possibly get a little sleep.
Daughter was volunteering at the run so we had to be up at the butt-crack o' dawn to get her there.
I woke up at 5am. To a massive thunderstorm. Holy shit. Really?
I woke Daughter up at 5:30 and praying the weather would settle. It did to a degree and by 6:30 we were on our way.
My husband dropped me off at the registration area and then took Daughter to the water station.
I walked around, ate a banana, hit the port-a-johns way too many times and psyched myself up for the run.
There were several work friends at the run, either volunteering or running. One PT I work with, was running with her boyfriend. They were 25 and 26 respectively. I wished them luck and told them I would follow them in.
The start/finish line. The picture was taken as the finish line.
When the gun fired, a light rain had begun. I said to myself, this ain't your first rodeo and remember to pace yourself. And I did!
I paced myself with a woman who, like me, was not a die hard runner. I seemed to be always 5 steps behind her. Until she started to walk. I hadn't needed to walk and was just continued my methodical pace. I passed her at one point and again, just kept trotting. She passed me again some time in the last mile.
When I saw the finish line was about 1/4 mile away, I started to really run. I mean, what the hell, right?
As I passed my "friend" I heard her mutter "shit". She was trying to stay in front of me!!!
I came under the clock at 31:45. The best run I ever had!!!
I have no idea what is growing out of my head. It wasn't some aerodynamic wing that helped me.
They finally posted my official chip time. 30:30. I can't believe I ran a 10 min mile. No shit. I RAN A 10 MINUTE MILE!!! BTW. I came in a minute before my 25 year old friend and her boyfriend. I beat them in!!!!!
I was 7th in my 40-44 age group. Out of 19. That is one for the books!!!!
Now if I can just get time to run up those damn hills.
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