Today I woke up at 5 a.m. in order to get myself together and in the car by 6 to head to the Frederick Women's Distance Festival 5K. The race was about an hour away, and I wanted to get there in time to pick up my packet, use the facilities, and do my warm-up. I got there with plenty of time, so I decided to take a pic for my Facebook cheerleaders.
|Bathroom selfies. I still don't get it.|
Remind me not to do that again. Moving on.......
I did a little random warming up, and checked out the crowd. There were about 300 women in the race, and a ton of male volunteers wearing bright pink shirts that said "She's The Boss." I spied a woman that I've seen at two other races (well, one other race, two different years). I jokingly call her my "nemesis." She's 70 and we finished within seconds of each other the last two times. I could not let that happen today.
Someone announced that we should all move towards the starting line (we were all in the wrong place) so we trudged up a hill and lined up. I lined up near the back of the pack, like I normally do. Today that was a bad idea. The gun went off, I hit my Garmin, and.... nothing. Everyone in front of me WALKED to the starting line. Lovely. Except this was not a chip timed race, and every second counted! We finally started moving and I was feeling good, though I was getting a little frustrated at having to dodge around people. Now I know how people feel when I'm in their way!
The race looped around the campus of a community college, so we were alternating between being in the street, and on paths. The paths were just bigger than two people wide, and sometimes it was difficult to pass. I held back for the first mile, but then decided that it wasn't really being rude to pass, this was a RACE after all, so I started being a bit more aggressive with getting around people.
I was really starting to feel tired around 2.5 miles. I thought maybe I wasn't going to PR and I started to feel a little defeated. I let myself have about 5 seconds of a pity party, then just kept chugging. When I hit the 3 mile mark, I told myself to just hold on and I started picking people off. Just steadily increasing my speed, I passed a few ladies, including one woman just before the finish line. I smiled for the photographer, tore off the bottom of my bib, grabbed my water, and got out of the chute.
Time on my Garmin read 35:20 - a 36 second PR! My splits looked like this:
Overall, it was a great race. I am very happy with my time, because I feel like I did my best. Of course, the next few days will be spent like this:
But that's ok.
Now..... chocolate. =)