Happy Monday…where do the weekends go? They are always too short. It is the first day of school in our neck of the woods, which means my little Brooks-ee-roo is going to Kindergarten. Since I’m still sobbing about that fact and the fact that summer has dwindled away, I decided to post an entry I actually completed last week but never published. So today I’m recapping a 5K race that I actually ran back in July. Better late than never.
I have run this 5K many times. I ran it before I had kids, pregnant (didn’t know it yet), with a baby in tow, with a toddler and baby in tow, and then again with one toddler. I love this local little 5K run. For being a small little race they get an excellent turnout, have great post-run food, and have a DJ that adds to the high energy atmosphere surrounding the race. The race itself weaves through two little boroughs and people sit on their front lawns cheering on the runners and spraying them with their hoses. It is held on a Wednesday night in July. So usually it is extremely hot and humid and this year there was rain right up until the start.
This year was extra special because both of my boys ran in the kids mile race prior to the 5K. Brooks was a little unsure and there were tears at the starting line because he didn’t realize I was not running with him. His big brother stepped in and reassured him that he’d be right there with him. However, when the starting whistle went off, Nolan took off and never looked back. It was so exciting to cheer them on and when we saw Nolan coming over the crest of the hill headed down toward the finish line we were cheering so loud. He crossed the finish line and secured his first win! He was so excited. I was able to make my way back up the road a little and I found Brooks. I ran the last part of the race with him and he was so happy. He finished strong. Then he asked me if I knew what he thought about the whole race, I said “no what”. He replied “you”. Then he told me all about how bad his side hurt. I absolutely loved that the boys participated in this race. We are always busy with baseball, football, fishing and all that stuff, that it felt good that we did something I love as a family. It made me feel really proud to watch these two little boys run their hearts out.
My race started shortly after their raced ended. I was nervous, which always happens no matter how many times I run a race, and I wasn’t sure what I expected out of myself for this race. I wanted to get a good time but had a feeling I wasn’t quite in 5K racing shape. A 5K to me is a major challenge in that there isn’t enough time to worry about pace and things like that. Its short so I usually approach that as just go all out until the finish. I had a few things to contend with in this race though. One it was hot and humid, second it had just rained so the surfaces were slick, and third I started deep in the middle of the pack.
So right off the bat I started out way too fast but felt that was my only option to break away from the pack. I like running on the outside lane so I always make my way there right from the beginning. Coming into the first turn though I felt winded. I think it was part nerves and part just starting out way too fast. I settled myself down and tried to stick with a pace that was a little faster than my normal run. It was a challenge but I held onto that and as I rounded the last corner and headed up the hill to the home stretch.
I could see the clock at the finish line and I knew I hadn’t hit the time I wanted. It was still a good time 22 minutes and change but I was hoping for 21 or better. It was enough to win my age group but I couldn’t help but feel that I could have pushed it more. I know we all do this to ourselves, I kept thinking that at some other point in my life I was in better shape and I was faster and I could have finished the race in a better time. Although, then I think there were also times in my life where I couldn’t come close to a 22 minute 5K. I remember trying to finish in under 30 minutes. It’s all perspective. What racing does though, is it fuels a fire. It creates a spark in us that makes us want to do it again. At least that is what it does for me. I was so glad I participated in this race because it reminded me of how nervous, excited, exhausted, and awesome running can make you feel! So I am trying to figure out a fall racing schedule. I haven’t committed to any races yet just because our schedules are just getting worked out. However, I am planning on a half marathon and then something longer than a 5K but shorter than a half. I’m not sure what that will be yet but I’m excited about the upcoming running season…especially with the Fall like temps we had last week! What are your racing goals for the upcoming season?
Well have a great week. I’m going to gather my many thoughts about school and will post about that later after the tears have dried! Be happy go running!Pin It