I did my best to hydrate my ass off on Friday and Saturday morning. Because I was getting two little people dressed before my race I actually forgot to eat until I was getting ready to leave the house. I mowed down a half a banana and called it breakfast.
Thankfully the starting line was around the corner from my house so I didn't have to rush to get there. Packet pick-up was easy. I got my bib and my t-shirt. Because I had walked I ended up stashing my t-shirt behind some bushes hoping it would still be there when the race was over (it was).
The start was very informal. We all lined up behind a spray painted line and waited for the race director to shoot the starting gun.
|Lined up at the starting line|
And then we were off. Like I said on Friday, I was familiar with the course. I ended up taking the first mile WAY too fast, like sub-11 minutes fast. I had to reel it in for the second mile. I was also burping up lovely banana flavored burps. Note to self: Eat WAY before the race next time!
I ended up chatting with an adorable eight year old from about 1.5 miles to 2.5 miles. I needed to slow down and he was trucking along alternating between feeling awesome about his race and feeling ready to stop.
The water stop was just before Mile 2 so that was nice. I also had my handheld water bottle. I'm glad I brought it. It seemed like a bit of an overkill but having it meant I wasn't DESPERATE for water by the time the water station rolled around, I was just thankful for it.
The last stretch from just past Mile 2 to the turn at Mile 3 was tough. I was hot and a bit overtired. There was a woman in a yellow shirt with her name on the back that I kept in my sights for the entire race. As we got closer to the finish and the turn I thought I could overtake her. We turned the corner and I could see the clock. It was at 35 minutes and change and I knew I would have to book it to finish with a PR.
I booked it, people. I passed the woman in the yellow shirt. I could tell it inspired her to try to move faster to keep me from passing her but I had a lot of oomph left in me, at least I was forcing that oomph out so she didn't have a chance.
Hell yeah, PR!
I grabbed a bottle of water, stuck around to watch my little buddy finish and then walked home. Being able to walk home from a 5K is pretty awesome, let me tell you.
The Guys were playing with my mom in the backyard when I got home. We got them all sunblocked up then headed back to where the race was to the pool. They spent a delightful hour exhausting themselves in the water.