Monday- 3 miles easy, core work, hip strengthening
Tuesday-rest
Wednesday -5 miles with 12x300 with 200 recovery jog
Thursday-rest, core work, hip strengthening
Friday- 45 minutes elliptical
Saturday 7 miles including a 5k
Sunday-active rest, core work, hip strengthening
On Monday, my youngest daughter came home from school with a fever. I wasn't feeling that great either (tired, run down, but what mom doesn't feel that way?) I still got in 3 slow miles around the soccer fields later that night. I was planning on 5-7 miles but stopped short due to just not feeling the running mojo. The slow paces felt much harder than they should. Later that night, I started running a fever as well....
Tuesday my daughter stayed home from school and we both rested. Her fever had broken late Monday night. Mine broke late Tuesday night.
Wednesday, I actually felt great. I was able to get in a speed workout and saw some times I haven't seen in a long time! and my legs and lungs felt awesome. I thought briefly that I should just do 6-8x400s as to not get my legs super dead for the upcoming 5k. But the paces felt really good and my legs felt great, so I really pushed the pace....I felt really confident I could surpass my goal for the 5k.
The 5k:
Let me preface by saying this race, Race for the ARK, was for a great cause with race proceeds benefiting the Alzheimer's family support group
The course itself was flat,fast and pretty---and just a few miles away from my house. Lots of refreshments after the race, a nice comfy woman's fit dri fit shirt and swag bag.
I got to hang out with my friends and training partners, which is always nice
Aside from a couple hiccups at the start, it was a smooth running event with lots of vendors.I will run this race again next year!
Now on to the race itself.......
Well.
Some races are good, some are bad and some are just plain ugly.
I had really high hopes and expectations for this race. This was going to be a test of my summer training. This was going to be the race I saw 19xx.
Based on the speed work I did on Wednesday, my confidence was boosted and I felt I could catch a glimpse of mid 19's if the weather was right.
My goal going in was to run even paces, negative split if I could and chase the clock down. I wasn't going to worry about placement or counting females. I would just run from point A to point B and see what time I got.
I get to the race, grab my packet and start doing a warm up. While I was warming up I started to get nervous. What if I wasn't as fast as I thought? blah blah blah. I really needed a good slap in the face.I was planning on 2 miles to shake out the soreness from Wednesdays speed work. I am so glad I stopped at 1.8 miles because as soon as I stop and make my way to the start, I had literally about a minute before the gun went off. They started 5 minutes early! If I would have done that extra 0.2 miles, I would have missed the start....
Gun goes off, I have to dodge a lot of kids. I pick off the kids one by one and try to get up to the lead pack. My friend Becky is there and stays with me the first mile. I wanted to shoot for 6:20's
mile 1:
6:36
Not bad, but Damn.I really needed to pick up my pace if I expected to see 19xx. I needed around a 6:15ish pace for the next 2 miles to see what I wanted to.
My friend Becky pulls ahead and I try to stay with her, but I fall behind. I try to stay positive. I try to tell myself that I could catch up. I try to focus on the group of kids in front of me and try to pick them off one at a time in order to help reel me in. There is a young girl with a blonde pony tail in front of me. I try to close the gap.
And trust me on this, *try* is the operative word
I see mile 2 at:
6:45
At this point the winds went out of my sail and for every positive thought, I had a negative one.
"You got this, focus on passing one person at a time"
"My feet hurt, I feel the pavement, I need new shoes, I hate running"
"Just keep moving, you're faster than everyone on the couch!"
"I cant believe I'm running this slow, if I lost 8-10lbs I could be so much faster. Why did
I eat that cookie last night!!!!I have no will power. I will never be a fast runner.I will never see the 19s."
"Focus, focus, close the gaps, you got this!, just keep moving!"
"My legs hurt, I cant breath, I really want to stop. I am such a pansy"
"You aint dead yet, true soldiers never die!" (my go to mantra when I need it most)
"ummmm pretty sure I felt dead after mile 1,ok- pretty sure I'm dead... I am no soldier today"
Yeah you get the idea.
The last mile just sucked, more from a mental standpoint. Seeing my friend get further ahead and me not being able to catch up, feeling like my legs were made of lead, having no clue what place I was in as I didn't even bother to count. This was supposed to be a time goal. Had I pulled my head out of my own arse and refocused, I would have had a shot at top 3 female overall. But I digress....
I see mile 3 in:
6:51
6:20 pace for last .10
20:49 by my watch.
I was timed as 20:53 by the race clock. I didn't start my watch until I crossed the start line and I was a couple rows back, maybe that's why there's a time discrepancy?
Oh well.
I was relieved to be done. I congratulate my friend and she tells me she got 2nd OA. There was one girl between us so I placed 4th OA (1rst in AG). Oy.
I cooled down with Amy for a couple miles and bless her heart, she heard me vent and rave almost the entire way. But she gave me some really sound advice I needed to hear( that she received from a young lady, Shawanna White, who just happens to be a sub 3 marathoner)
"An unsuccessful race does not make you an unsuccessful runner. It will make you successful for another race for another day"
Or something along those lines.
At the end of the day, a disappointing 5k is just that-nothing more or less. Its only a 5k and its not like there wont be another one next week. which there will be. I need some type of redemption......
In other news, My parents made an impromptu trip while they were vacationing in FL....
I may or may not have called a cleaning service....I'll never tell, lol!!!
It was a nice visit with my parents for a few days, and they even brought their baby, Marley!
Marley totally fell in love with my Fanci......he wanted to marry her and stay with her forever! But he would miss his Pappa too much....That puppy follows my dad around like he is a God, and my dad talks about this pup like he is his favorite child. Its quite comical actually.
But I think the best part about having my parents over was watching how my youngest baby attached himself to his Pappa. They only get to see each other once a year, so he makes the most of Pappa time!!
It was also nice to be able to listen to the adventure stories my father tells. He really needs to write a book about it!
So, how was your week?
How do you bounce back from a disappointing race?
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