I saw an email from Fleet Feet the other day advertising a free 5K for tonight. I asked my cousin if she was up for it. She said she was in, so I packed it up early at work tonight and headed that way. My running buddies told me this morning they were expecting a PR. I thought it was a possibility as it was a night race (I run faster at night), and I've been putting in lots of miles and feeling stronger. My last PR was a 33:27 last April.
I forgot my watch, which was a little frustrating, because I had no clue on my distance or speed the whole time. I told Emily before we started I was going to shoot for a PR and she was a huge encourager. So, race started and I kicked it, probably a touch too fast. I think the first mile is the worst, it just takes that long to get in the groove. But I digress, I just ran and ran hard. Hard enough it hurt a little but with enough reserve to try to make it the whole time. It started out on concrete, which I don't love, but then we turned and ran through a very pretty neighborhood. There was some incline, a one short but tough real incline, but once that one was over, the last half was a lot of decline. I tried to take advantage of every one of those. I was going crazy in my mind wondering what my pace was, I knew I was running hard, but I just have no sense of pace.
When we turned back into the parking lot, I was wincing to see the clock. Couldn't see, couldn't see, finally started to make it out, 33:07, I think kick it, beat your time, until I get a little closer and see it's not 33 minutes, it's 30 minutes. Shock I tell you, pure shock and joy!! I run to the finish and pass the clock at 31:07. Woo-hoo!!!! 2:20 faster than last year!! Almost a 10 minute pace!!
And I didn't believe it. See, tonight was called a Ladies First. So they started the women, then 2 minutes later started the men. So, I think, they must have started the clock over when the guys left, and that's ok, I still PR'd. So I found the race girl, and asked if they started the clock over. She said NO!!! I fist pumped, might have scared her a little, and a grin that would not go away crossed my face.
So here I sit, with achy legs, and a goofy grin! I'm one excited girl! Thanks to Emily for meeting me (wouldn't have made it otherwise) and for cheering me on! Good times!