Wednesday, December 11, 2013

I swear I'm still running: Jingle Bell 5K Race report

In the week since the marathon, I've tried to ease back into running. That means I've stuck to the treadmill, and one day of elliptical. Just trying to let my legs heal because I know that 26 miles is a long way to go. I felt fine all week, but I still waited to decide on Thursday that I felt up to running a 5K on Saturday. Might as well. It's closeish to my house, and a ton of my coworkers were running. I signed Nick and I up, not thinking about a concert we were going to on Friday night (Carbon Leaf!!!). The concert was awesome, but we got home late and I was seriously doubting my decision. Doubly so because my stomach was a mess. Mother Nature convinced me to suck it up by being a balmy 40 degrees. 4 hours of sleep, but I don't have to wear a hat? Decision made.

This is my area's biggest 5K (I think... don't quote me on that). It has about 1000 registrants, which is a ton for down here. Pluses: the start and finish are right outside a hotel, so you can hang out inside right up until the start. Bathroom lines are manageable. Minuses: They give you jingle bells to put on your shoes, which seem festive and cute, but are actually the work of the devil. Also, The turnaround point is a hairpin. Boo.

I jumped in near the front and wanted to start off quick, but for once I was unable to get any fire under me. I saw a guy I ran cross country with in high school, and made it my goal to stay with him. He seemed comfortable and steady. My splits were 6:55, 7:09, and 7:43 (?!?!). That is tragically typical for me in a 5K. I'm the worst at pacing. I was passed by a 9 year old with about a third of a mile to go, and I didn't have the heart to be ashamed about it. I think the race demonstrated how my legs might actually still be a little tired from that race I ran a week ago.

I stuck around afterward for a few minutes, seeing if I might get an award. I got one last year, and it was a fleece-y headband, which was cute and useful. When I saw this year's award was another headband, but in a different color, I decided to leave. Good thing I did, because I definitely did not get an age group award (I was 6th). I would have looked like a supreme loser waiting for an award that never came. YOU PROMISED ME A FLEECE HEADBAND! I GOT A PR! GIVE ME THINGS!

The unnecessary comma is killing me but the sentiment is spot on, so I'm going with it. 

I would like to say that later in the day I WON at a baby shower. I actually won twice, for having a super cute baby picture (I earned that by being born) and again by correctly guessing the number of candies in a candy jar (I earned that by picking random numbers). I'm the best at things.
Good god that's a cute taco.

I will end with a picture of our Christmas tree, which smells amazing and fit entirely in the back of my car. Not too tall, just how I like 'em.

I'd make some claim about how we're going to put more ornaments on it and maybe a tree topper, but I'd be lying. This is as much Christmas as we're getting. 

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