Foster 5K (Year 2)

It was year two for the Foster 5K! After all the other races I have done, I probably would not have signed up for this one, except that it supports a cause near and dear to my heart. I tried to recruit some others to join me, but only my husband (of course, the most important one!) did.

Buildup to this race was a bit rough. I caught some kind of bug and had a high fever the Sunday/Monday before. The week of the race, I did my long run Thursday, but got some terrible heal chafing and bleeding due to running in the rain. I still had six easy miles to run on Friday. I wanted to give the 5K on Saturday a go at racing, though.

I rearranged my run schedule and my workout of the day was 2 miles, 5 miles at half marathon pace, and a 1 mile cooldown. To make this work for the race, I ran a three mile warmup, the 5K, and then another two miles. It worked.

I ate my normal longer run breakfast prior to the race (caffeinated coffee with RNWY and a bagel). I also did my PT. Fifteen minutes prior to the race start, I took a caffeinated salted caramel GU. (I have mostly moved away from GU due to the price increase, but I had this gel leftover.) Weather was partly cloudy and the temperatures were in the mid fifties.

Goals:

For my training plan, I needed to hit a half marathon pace of 7:40/mile. Surely I could do that, so that became my A goal. B goals was to PR, which would happen if I hit my A goal. C goal was to PR my Pat's Run pace of 7:27/mile.

The Race:

Mile 1 felt hard. I don't really like the up and down around the lake, and I told myself to make it to the canal out-and-back. Several men passed me here. I was not feeling great and I only looked at my watch at the mile mark. My watch said 7:36/mile.

(Photo courtesy of Startline Racing)

Mile 2 was not bad, but when I looked down, I was over 7:40 a mile. I had felt thirsty, so slowed and grabbed a water cup at one aid station. I was the only woman out front (behind about six men), so I felt confident that I would place, even if not running a fast race. I was 7:41/mile for this mile.

Mile 3 I just settled in. I didn't look at my watch much. My legs weren't burning. I got out close to shouting a few sentences to cheer on other races, which told me I could have pushed harder, but I just didn't want to. (Was I dehydrated, underfueled, tired, or just not recovered from my 15 miles on Thursday? I don't know.) I was 7:41/mile here.

The course looked like it would be short, and it was, but I threw my hands up at the finish line anyway. At 3.05, I finished in 23:18 according to the clock. I breathed a little and then sprinted another 0.05 mile to get to 3:10, for my time of 23:48 (what I am counting for PR). 

Results:

When I finished the race, I was 7/7. After I grabbed some water, changed shoes, and went to find my husband (who ran his first full 5K since returning to running and placed 3rd in his age group!), my place had fallen to 8th and 2nd in my age group. I thought about contesting, but my husband reminded me that chip time matters, and that a woman behind me must have arrived late and run really fast. Maybe, but she did not make it to the award ceremony, so I will never know. I was not thrilled with my results, and I did not want to seem stuck up, so I just let it go.

(Photo courtesy of Startline Racing)

Final Thoughts:

Am I proud of this race? Yes, and no. I did it. I got it done. I was not at my finest. I did not feel great, but I am thankful I could do it. (I am most thankful that my husband got to run with me!) The more I run, the more less than great races I know I will have. That is part of the process, and part of what it means to stick with it. The 5K is not really my race anyway, at least right now.....