In my training post yesterday I mentioned that I was running a Turkey trot 5K. Well, I did. And it was a pretty fantastic race.
I went alone because my friends
suck were too lazy to get out of bed but luckily it was only about 2 miles up the road at Towson University. I was originally planning on running there but I wasn’t sure what I’d do if I won something or needed my phone or wallet, so I ended up driving.
I got there and it was FREEZING! I wore my sweatshirt and sweatpants until right before the race started. And then made the decision to run in my compression sleeves because I was still cold. I warmed up for about 20 minutes and headed down to the starting line on the track.
My first mile was a little slow. I felt like crap the entire time. My legs were feeling so heavy and I literally wasn’t sure what I was going to do. It occurred to me that hitting my peak mileage at 50miles the week that I wanted to PR in a 5K was probably not my smartest move. I came across the mile marker at about 6:45 which is 15 seconds slower than I’m supposed to go for cross country. I was not a happy camper.
I was however, the first girl by this point. There was one other girl that started out in front of me but I got her within the first 4 minutes or so. I was in the top 10 overall so I knew I wanted to maintain my position, if not move up a little (not a huge deal since it was a pretty small race, mostly college students, and no more than 300 people).
I came across mile 2 feeling absolutely awful. My legs were burning. I had definitely slowed down a lot and was just under 14 minutes at the marker. I was really upset. All I wanted to do was break 21 minutes (my previous best was a 21:07). I didn’t think I could do it. I had passed 2 more people at this point and was closing in on another guy.
The last mile I really pushed it. My legs were numb and heavy but I wanted to get that time more than anything. So I kept going. I came around the corner onto the track where the race finished and the clock read 20:32. I don’t think I’ve ever moved that fast in my life. I finished in 20:51. A new PR for road racing. I was ecstatic!
I ran another 30 minutes cool down while waiting for the awards to start.
I won a turkey. A 12 pound turkey. Too bad I can’t eat it since a) I don’t like turkey and b) I’m getting on a plane in less than 24 hours to go home for Thanksgiving, where my family probably already has 4 other turkeys thawing in the fridge (they like to compare the different styles of cooking them).
I also set a new course record. This sounds pretty awesome, and it is, but it’s actually not that big of a deal since it was the first time that course has been run. Next year I’ll just have to better my own record
So there’s my last blast of racing for awhile. Actually, it’s my last blast of training, period. Next week there’s a good chance I’ll be under 30 miles, and I’ll definitely be under 40. It’s back to zumba and walking for me!
Who else is racing for thanksgiving?
What’s the craziest prize you’ve ever one?
Has anyone else ever raced while feeling like crap?