No turkey trot for me this year. Instead, it was a Sunday 5K to support foster and adoptive families, a cause near and dear to my heart. Here's what my morning looked like:
5:05 AM Wake up.
5:15 AM Get up and get out of bed.
5:20 AM Mosey to the kitchen and put away dishes.
5:30-5:50 AM Ice my sore foot.
5:50-6:20 AM Complete miscellaneous tasks and read my Bible.
6:20-6:25 AM Plank for two minutes (part of Darebee's multiplank challenge).
6:25-6:40 AM Practice yoga to calm my nerves and stretch out my foot. (This "10 Minute Yoga for Feet" from Yoga with Joelle was a good fit.)
6:40-6:50 AM Complete more miscellaneous tasks. (I don't remember what I did.)
6:50-7:00 AM Go up and down the stairs five times.
7:00-7:15 AM Eat a banana and sip on water with Mortal. Gather belongings.
7:15-7:40 AM Travel to the race.
7:40-8:00 AM Run two warm up miles at 9:37/mile
8:00-8:20 AM Take a bathroom break. Walk to the start line. Take team photos.
8:20 AM Consume 1 caffeinated vanilla GU. Sip more water with Mortal.
8:23-8:28 AM Make a run for the bathroom, literally.
8:30-8:54 AM Run the 5K
[Unstated components of my training: A half-marathon in February, an 8:01/mile 4.2 mile run in April, and trying to keep a base of 30 miles through the ridiculously hot summer, plus 17 weeks of training for another race in December]
The weather was gorgeous, in the high 40's to low 50's, with sunshine! The course was a little bit hard to start, with some steep ups and downs around the lake. Then it was flat up and down the canal path. The turn-arounds were well marked this time, which really helped. (I did get a little freaked out when I lost sight of the men in front of me, though.) All in all, I would rate this race setup as A plus!
Some fast kids led for the first half mile or so. I looked down at my watch and consistently saw right under 8:00/mile, which is where I wanted to be, so I just tried to run my own race. I was breathing pretty hard, but the pace felt like I could sustain it, so that is what I attempted to do. I did not want to go too hard, either, as I have had some foot pain (extensor tendonitis?) and have my A race in a few more weeks from now. It was fun to hear the people at the aid stations say, "First women" as I passed. That is the first (and probably last) time I will hear that.
I found a small, small hill right past three miles. Getting up that felt hard. I tried to book it for the finish, and I think I did alright. My finish time was 24:10. If I had known I could get that close to 24:00, I might have tried to increase pace, but after all the foot pain I have had in the past week, I did not know if I could even run. My hope was to PR at faster than my Pat's Run pace, which would be 8:00/mile. The race clocked me at 7:46/mile, which is so exciting! All in all, I am so thrilled!
I am so thankful for my husband's constant support through this running journey, the coworkers who joined me to run, the people who cheered me on, a God who graciously let my body do this work, the Sole Sports staff who helped me find and buy my new Asics Magic Speed racers, and so much more. God is gracious. God is good. May this race support those doing the work of parenting kids from hard places, because man, they are the ones running not a sprint, but a marathon.
Congrats on your PR!!! Woo Hoo!!!! I don't think that this will be the last time that you hear "first woman". There is nothing harder than the last 0.1 miles of 3.1.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words! Lord willing, I hope to keep running and see what happens!
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