Wooo. We are finally on to race number 2. Gosh, that was all the way back on Sunday (New Year’s Morning) after running a 5k New Year’s Eve and the having a couple glasses of champagne. Who am I? Oh wait, don’t be shocked I’m a seasonal freak who loves running.
Anyways-I woke up at 7:00 (not on purpose but that’s what my body does now I guess) after going to bed at 1:30 or so. Oh good. We all know I’m a little bit grumpy when I don’t get sleep.
I made a waffle because 10am races merit breakfast beforehand. Tired and hungry while racing. Oh boy steer clear of me, because it will not be pretty.
So anyways-upon arriving to my favorite race location of Mount Trashmore, I immediately noticed that a. I felt like crap from last night, b. Mary Poppins wouldn’t have anything on me if I had an umbrella, it was so windy. I grabbed my race number, shirt and all that jazz and stuck it all in the car.
I warmed up for probably 20 minutes and knew I overall wasn’t feeling that great. Well duh-I just ran a 5k and ran the fastest time I had in 2011. I wasn’t going to let it bother me because I had a great race last night and I was having so much fun because I seriously think I knew at least 50% of the 300 people racing.
So there dad, I do have real life friends. I digress.
They fired the gun and the race started. I immediately saw two girls get out much faster (er-woman…they were like 30ish) but didn’t really let it bother me. Honestly-I don’t care how fast the boys run next to me. They are dudes, sure I’d like to the beat them but I don’t care either way. If one wants to sprint to the finish line so he isn’t “girled” (a new phrase I learned this race…)so be it.
I passed one of the females at mile 1 when which I did in 6:30. I knew immediately this was going to be a race somewhere between 20-21 minutes and I was okay with it, I’d pick it up as best I could. The female ahead of me kept getting further and further but there was no way in hell I’d be able to dream of catching her.
Then from mile 2-3 this 6’3 male was drafting off me. Are.you. serious. I’m sorry, I’m a 5’7 female, drafting off me will do you no good, especially when you are twice my size. I don’t know what it was but I got so angry. I don’t think I’ve been that angry ever during a race. I point blank told him that while running, while holding a 6:15 pace and also while holding everything in power to look relaxed while he goes into cardiac arrest. He layed off.
I crossed the finish line in 20:31. I must have been psychic. It was a fun race and I quite enjoyed my time. I ended up getting second female overall and I was completely okay with that.
Matt and I did the photobooth. I look like a possessed demon.
Hehe-I had a great double sessions of races and seeing that a 20:31 is what I can currently do on a rough windy day makes me quite thrilled.
And as always live the dream and I am still loving running 😉 I apologize for my lack of photography during race recaps. I don’t quite take photos for 5ks. I’ll get better.
Question for you: What do you think of drafting?