I guess it's been awhile since my last post... haven't been much in the mood for blogging, but I have been laying down my usual miles. My last post was the day before my PR attempt at the Jingle Bell 5k in Downtown Dallas. I ran it last year, and I knew that it was dead flat and had a not-so-bad after party... not to mention, I kind of enjoy seeing all the costumes.
Pre-race - EW, Dana, Elaine, and Me
Pre-race with Buzz Lightyear, duh!!!
Pre-race with Cassie, Me, Elaine (who decided to just spectate), and Sharon
Adam's goal for me was 8:15s which would put me at 25:35ish for a 5k course. My PR, set just last month was 26:10. My secret, but insane goal, was to eek out a 24:59, but realism told me I wasn't quite ready for that.
First mile in, I realize it's too dark to see my Garmin. Ugh. I don't have enough energy to be pressing buttons, so I just settle in and GO! Didn't have much choice, but I went out a little fast and by mile 2, I was hurting. Mile 2 was pure misery. It hurt, my stomach hurt, my lungs hurt... and I wasn't even halfway there. But I just kept moving the legs. Mile 2 was a definite slow down, so when I hit the last mile, I tried to pick it up some, but just couldn't pick it up much. I do a little better in mile 3 because I can count down to when it'll be over and the pain will end!!! I see the finish, and I try to kick it up, but there isn't much kick left. But I push through that finish line, stop my Garmin, and, per my usual post puke-pace-5k, I lie down on the grass to catch my breath and cough up a lung! I actually recovered surprisingly fast this time...
Finish time: 25:14 - Average pace 8:08. I immediately texted Coach Adam and said "Holy smokes that hurt!!!!!!!" I don't think I've ever run that hard, and I'm not really sure how I kept my gargantuan legs underneath me. I'll take that 56 second PR less than a month after I set the last PR. Yes, please. I'll take it... I was pretty proud of myself for once. I'm one of those that will nitpick my performance and how I could do better, but I can honestly say, I had nothing more to give that day, no matter how I would've run it.
See? I told you the post-race party at this one is fun... I mean, how often do you get to pose for pictures with some dude's crazy shorts? The really funny part is I don't even think we asked, I just squatted down and said cheese!