Monday, November 3, 2014

I lied.

Subtitle: If there's a woman in front of me, I will try to catch her. Disregard Friday's post about being reasonable.

For the 5K on Saturday morning, the weather was drizzly and grey. It was a little chilly, a nice temperature for running. The rain worried me, because my bras have been chafing me like crazy lately (curses, pregnancy boobs!) and I knew rain would just make that worse. My attitude was "I paid for this race, damn it, I'm going to run it and then eat some snacks." Fueled by a chocolate cake donut (perfection) and coffee, we prepared for the race by warming up thoroughly...KIDDING! My dad did that. I sulked in the warmth until the last minute.

This is Nick's "I haven't run in months but I'm about to go kick your asses" face

We gathered for the start and I scoped out the "competition." This was sign #1 that maybe I drank too much coffee and was letting myself get too psyched. I noticed there weren't a lot of women, and there really weren't a lot of women around my age. Still, the plan was to keep the pace comfortable, stay with my dad, and just enjoy it, rain and all. Nick took off with the front guys and had a great race (there were a lot of men... he was 7th overall and 3rd in his age group!), especially considering he hasn't been training, and has hardly run at all lately. He's my hero.

I did the first mile a little faster than I'd anticipated, around 9 minutes. My dad was sticking with me, but told me I could take off if I wanted to. He was keeping my pace, no problem, and I didn't want to run on my own, so we stayed together. When we got to the turnaround, I noticed there were a couple of women just in front of me. My pregnancy-addled brain thought that had to be fixed, so I focused on passing them. My second mile was also 9 minutes. Go me, I thought, nice and even. Probably the first time I've ever done that in a 5K. 

The second half of the race tends to be more uphill overall, so I figured I'd slow down a bit. I saw one more "woman" in front of me. Woman is in quotation marks because she was a little girl. I didn't have a lot of juice left in me, so I sort of tried to pass her too. It was too late to really put any heat on, plus I felt bad passing a child so I gained on her a little bit, but definitely didn't kick. 3rd mile was 8:31, overall time of 27:15. As I was rounding the final corner, someone said "1st place, pregnant division! 3rd woman overall!" Umm, what? You mean I could have passed more people and been first woman?! Why didn't anyone tell me this sooner? The first place woman was about 45 seconds ahead of me, which doesn't sound like much, but I was already going at a pretty fast pace for my current fitness. I'm really proud of how well I ran, and placing in my age group is an added bonus! The fetus and I celebrated by eating eggs. 

...after reading all this, I realize that I didn't emphasize that this was a SUPER tiny 5K. So small! That totally makes the whole situation different. 

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