"grey shirt guy, I'll get him on the hill. He doesn't look like he's made for hills. Grey shirt guy is slowing down... move."
"I see you, pink shoe laces. I'm coming for you. Slow down pink shoe laces, slow. it. down."
At mile two, I passed the marker but didn't hear my Garmin beep (probably because Britney Spears Jay-Z were blaring in my headphones). I took this as a sign to check my stats begrudgingly looked down to make sure the sign wasn't lying to me (because most race directors set out to trick you) and saw 18mins and change displayed on my watch, got a little excited and also a little tired. My training runs have been between 10:40 and 9:22 per mile, so I thought I'd replicate that effort on the course, but ended up picking it up a bit. My last mile was 8:58 (weee! broke into the 8s!!). Of course once I realized I was going faster than usual, I got incredibly tired and wanted a walk break. But everyone knows you look like a quitter when you take a walk break and there was a 70+ year old man ahead of me that clearly wasn't into walk breaks, so I stopped whining and continued on for ~9 more minutes. Chip time at the end was 28:30 (only 15 seconds slower than my 5k PR), I started my Garmin when I crossed the start and it reported 28:21.
After the magic of race #1 in 2013 I retreated home to try 1.5mi in my old-because-they've-been-sitting-in-a-box-but-new-because-I've-only-worn-them-for-a-mile Mizunos. Huge mistake. Maybe not if I had hit the road a few minutes after the race, but over an hour after was a bad idea. The only plus of the painful, lactic acid filled run was that my shoes looked fab.
sweet, new, colorful babies. |
Monday: 60min spin; 45min total body
scheduled - 45min walk
Tuesday: rest
scheduled - rest
Wednesday: 3mi (1.5mi on the trail)
scheduled - 2mi
Thursday: 2mi
scheduled - 3mi
Friday: 2.25mi (fartleks)
scheduled - 2mi
Saturday: rest
scheduled - rest
Sunday: 4.65mi
scheduled - 4.5mi
Weekly mileage: 12.40mi
Scheduled weekly mileage: 11.5mi