Three days ago the treadmill broke. Not broke as in, it can be fixed, but broke as in it is headed to a landfill near you. I normally do all my weekday training on the treadmill. Without it, I was lost.
Two days ago I decided to go for a run on the Yough Trail. I was going for 3 or 4 miles. When I got 3 1/2 miles out, I realized how far I had gone and thought, "I feel good. I will keep going". I turned around at 5 1/2. By mile 9 I was out of water, hungry, tired, and I dogged it back home. I did 11 miles and it felt great.
Later that day I was asked if I would mark a 5k and 10k course. I decided to go for it. If you were at the Boston Harvest 5k last year, you might remember that I measured the course short. I needed to redeem myself.
Yesterday I decided to do a 5k two hours before it started. I grabbed my gear and drove there in a hurry. I got there with only 30 minutes to spare and signed up. I did not get a shirt because they only had shirts for pre-registered people. There were not that many people and I thought I had a chance at another top ten finish.
The race started with an uphill. I paced myself and let 10 people go out ahead of me. By the top of the hill people were starting to drop back. I passed one runner after another until I was in 3rd place overall. There was a guy just ahead of me and a girl, well she was gone. I thought maybe she had taken a wrong turn. I used the second mile to catch up with the guy in front and then pass him. I held first place male for a mile and then right at the end he passed me for the win. It was okay. I still got 2nd place male, 3rd Overall. A good run. 21:12. Only problem was I locked myself out of the car right before the race. The will teach me not to hurry.
Once I finally got home, I ate lunch and rested for a bit. After that it was back out of the trail for 6.2 more miles carrying a can of spray paint. And yes people did look at me funny. I was marking a official race course and could not stop and talk when I saw a runner that I knew. Once it was checked, I knew I had done it right.
This morning I was up at 6am. I needed to put up turn around signs on the course. I did not do this the day before because I was afraid some kids would steal them. I added another 1.8 mile run to place the signs and my traffic cones. Last year someone at this race ran too far. I won't say who.
When I got to the starting area only one runner was there and the timing company was just hanging out. I walked over and opened the gate for their van. A few more people showed up. It was getting close to 8am, half hour before start and I realized this was going to be a small race. Well, two small races (5k and 10k). I asked the timing company how many people were signed up. They said only 22 for both, total. I called Sara and told her to get up and get down here to run. I thought she might win this one.
My legs were tired and sore. I thought that I really wanted to win but two guys looked faster than me. At the start I glued myself to fastest runner for the first mile. If he sped up, I sped up. If he slowed down, I slowed down. He started to die off and I took off ahead of him. 6:45 first mile. I keep running until the turn around, by then my legs were burning. I took a quick drink and then was off again, high-fiving Sara and a few runners as I passed them. I took a good running lead and then walked/ran/walk, etc. My legs were killing me, but I so wanted to finally win a 5k. I did win! 23:43. Not a great race time, but I won!
Me and the 1st place female
trophy and shirt
Sara got 2nd place female and a door prize.
Jennifer C got 3rd place female and her son won TWO door prizes.