I'm excited--and I can't seem to stop being excited. I ran the 5k eeeaaarly (for me, ya'll runners are perky ones at 7am on a brisk Spring morning!) on Saturday morning. My expectations were tempered: I knew that physically I could run the mileage, I was worried about mentally though. Could I not talk myself out of doing well, could I avoid getting defeated by the other, faster, more experienced, runners?
The answer turned out to be yes, I can. I ran my own race, I picked a faster runner and stayed with them mostly until she ran away from me at the end. Hehe. That's experience talking, I think.
I came in 187/668 runners overall. 11/77 in my division and 55/377 female runners. My final time was 28:28:08. That's what really got me excited. I was pretty sure I was going to be right at a 10 minute mile, which isn't what I wanted but sort of what I expected. And I was wrong. Which can be really nice (c:
Now I want to go do it again, only faster hehe.
The best news, however, is that while my calves hate me and I'm sore and I literally went home and went to sleep for three hours after the race (can we say adrenaline rush?) and all of those things...no IT problems! None. Not even a twinge! That was the bigger, cosmic goal-run this thing without a peep from that ridiculous fascia.
Success. (c:
Hmm...there's an awesome trail run 5k in Lawrence on May 5th that I might have to go try now...I had to sit out on it last year because of running like a drunken bear...maybe I can get it this year. I'm going to aim for moderation and see how it all feels between now and then. But it sure would be cool.
