After my fall the week before I decided to run a local 5k in Runnemede, NJ. I had actually been signed up for the Ocean City half marathon on Sunday but with Pope traffic and not wanting to run a half marathon…I decided not to go to the half.
The evening before the race I had been out late at the Air Force Ball wearing 7-inch stilettos. My eating and drinking left a lot to be desired prerace and I was more cautious due to my fall. In summary I had every excuse you can think of!
Anyways we got to the race around 7:30. It started at 8:30 but there was no one there except for the race volunteers. It was probably better we were alone because I looked and felt a mess. We warmed up and I realized my hair scrunchy had fallen out. So I was stuck with my hair in a falling out side braid. For some odd reason I decided I need to clean out my car and didn’t have any in there either…I don’t know what was more shocking, the fact I had cleaned my car or I had no hair scrunchies. I took a silent prayer at the start and hoped my hair stayed in place.
In summery for a visual of starting this race (since I have no race photos):
I had makeup on from last night, my hair was coming out of a side braid and my knee had about 12 half falling off bandaids. I looked like that “cool aunt” that the rest of their moms keep their kids from hanging out with. Hashtag: GrimerHeimer
Then all of a sudden and out of nowhere the race began. There was no warning, just an air horn. I made it my secret goal to beat all the kids wearing Nike frees. My feet were cringing just thinking about it (The woes of working at a running store).
During the first mile I positioned myself as first women overall. I felt decent but I was not expecting the wind or hills on the course. For some reason I thought the course was flat but it wasn’t. I ran the first mile in 6:11. That was slower then most of my recent 5ks but after a night out, the weather and my fall it wasn’t a surprise.
During the second mile I began catching a couple of boys. It felt good to catch people. The wind was blowing directly into my face but I made the best of it. There were also several hills and turns. Around 1.5 we turned around and I could see the leaders including my husband. Seeing people at the turn around kept me motivated. I ran mile 2 in 6:21.
I was riding the pain train during mile 3. I knew I didn’t have a lot of energy left and I felt that. I was really struggling to make it to the finish line. I always try and remember that there isn’t much time left until the race is over. My bandaid fell off somewhere in this mile. I don’t have any open wounds left but scabs still gross me out. I ran the last mile in 6:45 and turned the corner to power to the end.
I finished in 20:12. I was pleased with the race because I made it to both the start and finish. I had a few factors going against me that particular race:
- Air Force Ball: Calves were pretty sore from heels, dancing and I ate a 24 ounce steak at 10pm.
- My training the week prior was like playing Russian Roulette.
- I didn’t really feel that tired at the end. I honestly feel like I could keep this pace for a while. I feel like I cannot get my legs to move any faster. To me that signals I need to hammer down on more 400s and faster stuff at the track.
In summary I’m happy with the race.
Questions for you:
Do you like wearing heels or flats?
Honestly I’m a lot more comfortable in heels but I also walk on my toes.
What shoes do you race in?