Categories: 5k, Race Reports
This is my hometown race. I’ve run it many times. I couldn’t pass up the beauty that is a local race with free parking, good swag, pancakes and lots of friends.
The concern going into this race: My heart, of course. Am I a loon for ‘racing’ before we have a definitive answer as to what’s going on? Not to mention that I’ve never been less ‘trained’ than I am right now. Of course I could run it easy, and that’s the plan. But we all know I can’t be trusted when it comes to a 5k.
This race and I have history: I’ve won my AG every time I’ve run it. I’ve been on the overall podium. It’s the scene of my 5k PR. I need to let the past go, get over myself, run easy and just have fun. Or not do it at all.
As per usual, the morning was hot and humid. I lined up further back than usual. All the better to stay out of the way…and not be tempted to do something stupid. The start was a weaving, bobbing cluster, saving me from myself and my undying need to barrel off the starting line.
30 seconds into the race it started pouring. Torrential curtains of rain. We turned the corner and I ran along the edge of the road, trying to cower under the trees. I unclipped my Fitbit to keep it from drowning and I heard a woman telling her son “this is what a rainforest feels like.”
Damn the endless rolling hills. Hard when I have marathon training under my belt. Torturous now, after a summer spent wogging.
A husky guy and I trade off the lead. After the halfway point turnaround, I decide I’d walk up the hills, husky passes me, then I pass him on the way down. In the last mile, the rain tapers. Thank heavens I wore my iFitness Belt to stow my car keys, or they’d be toast.
The final quarter mile or so is straightaway, where the spectators are. I fight the urge to pick it up and blaze (I use that term loosely) in. I spot the Caveman and kids (surprise! surprise!) and try my best not to look pathetic as husky punks me at the finish. I don’t care. Ok you know I do.
Since this race is in my hood, I know at least a billion people. Or a hundred. Ok 30. There’s an awesome pancake breakfast after (precisely why my kids showed up) and it’s great fun to catch up with everyone.
Never in my wildest did I ever think my wog in the rain would net me AG3. Further scrutiny of the finishing stats showed I missed AG2 by 1. Freaking. Second. But I’m not supposed to care.
Who would’ve thought one day I’d be celebrating the fact that I didn’t collapse? I’m glad I ran. It was fun. But I hope to be back there running stronger next year. I hope husky is there too.
Do you love local races like I do? Did you race this weekend?