Sunday I ran Red’s Race. I’ve said it many times before, I’m not a fan of short distances. Fast twitch muscles just don’t reside in my body. But it’s a small, local race that supports local causes so I thought why not.
Sunday morning I woke up feeling good despite falling during Saturday’s run. My knee was scraped up but my ankle felt good. The only thing that was irritating? My dang cold was still hanging around. It wasn’t bad just annoying. To add to it, A was sick on Saturday with a fever and vomited once. But she seemed better Sunday morning so the whole family was planning on heading to the race to spectate.
Before the race started, the announcer payed tribute to those who lost their lives and were injured at Boston followed by a moment of silence. It was very touching to be surrounded by runners, many dressed in Boston Marathon gear from previous years. In fact, it seemed like there were more participants than usual because of last weeks events.
The bull horn went off and it was time to go. The course is nothing really spectacular. It’s one of my usual routes so I knew what to expect. An incline at the start for about 1/4 mile followed by some rolling hills and then flat. I started off feeling good and went with what felt like a good quick pace. (Note: The race is so small that there aren’t race clocks. At the first and fourth mile markers a man was yelling out the time as runners went by. I felt like he was my own personal coach barking at me to go faster!)
Mile 1 – 7:52
Not bad considering it was mostly uphill. What goes up, must come down. Mile 2 was mostly downhill with flat sections. I pushed a little more and had a little leap frog game going with a girl in a pink shirt.
Mile 2 – 7:21
I began to tire from trashing my quads on the downhill and playing leap frog with pink shirt girl. For the first time I looked at my Garmin and saw that my time was creeping towards the 8:00 pace. I checked myself and willed my legs to go faster.
Mile 3 – 7:58
My mental will didn’t last too long because then another hill came. A gradual hill that I despise and make myself do even though I hate it. It climbs progressively for about 1/2 mile. Seeing people that I had passed previously, pass me on that hill killed me. The one thing that got me through that hill? Knowing that it was all downhill for the last mile.
Mile 4 – 8:02
Sweet rolling downhill here I come! All the people that passed me on the hill, I passed them (again) as things leveled out. As you approach the last roll, the finish line was in sight at the bottom. I passed a boy about 12 years old who was rocking. It was so cute when he said, “Good job!” I wanted to hang back and run with him to the finish but instead I gave him a “Good job! Keep it going!” and took off.
Mile 5 – 7:26
A PR for me! The only other 5 mile race I’ve done was Paddy’s last year. My time was 40:14. I’m happy with the time but I definitely see areas that can be improved. Like I’ve said before, my mind just doesn’t get the whole “go all out” thing. I prefer longer distances for sure.
After the race, I found Ron and the kids at the park. L was playing but A was hanging out in the stroller sleeping. Oh oh. Not good. By the time we got home A was saying her belly hurt. Not soon after her breakfast came up all over me. Lovely. Ahhhhh….the glamorous life of a mother runner!
What’s your favorite distance to race?