So even though my Saturday run was slightly ruined by some big creep, I had a pretty awesome little race on Thursday.
I ran the same Turkey Trot two years ago when I was home for Thanksgiving except it was at a different location in the city. One with hills. When I saw the race had moved, I knew exactly what it meant. Flat, fast and PR city.
I picked up my bib number and t-shirt the night before the race. I made the major mistake of eating Lebanese food Wednesday night. Thursday morning was not so hot. I ended up having to take half of an immodium before leaving the house (TMI?).
Larissa, who I met at the RW Half in October, lives in Mobile too, so we rode to the race together. I had plenty of time to do my 2 mile warmup (thanks for the advice everyone) and then it was time to head to the start. I got as close to the front as possible.
The gun went off and it was a mad dash. Instant hard breathing and pain. I ignored whatever was continuing to go on with my stomach and hoped it would be okay for a few minutes. The race went through downtown but apparently when you are running that fast you can’t look around. The miles went like this:
1. Hey, this isn’t too bad. I can do this. It’s kinda fun.
2. WHY IN THE HELL AM I RUNNING A 5K. WHO DOES THESE THINGS. IS IT OVER??
3. Stop grunting. Don’t die. Don’t puke. Please be over soon. NEVER DO A 5K AGAIN.
Of course, once I finished and realized my huge PR (almost 2 minutes) I was happy. It doesn’t make me actually like the 5k distance though. Let me run long-I much prefer zoning out and getting in a groove.
The race isn’t chip timed-so you had to stay in order at the finish so they could grab your bib tag for timing purposes. I was pretty sure I had placed, but wasn’t sure.
Initial results came out and they had me running a 6-something pace per minute and 3rd overall female. I knew that was wrong. I was honest and told the race director the timing was off. She said they had mixed up the slips at the finish. How in the world it was screwed up, I have no idea. But, a little while later I realized I realized I placed 2nd in my AG.
Race results: 22:19
2/65 Females 30-34
Larissa was super nice and stayed so I could get my medal. We enjoyed the post race food-bananas, muffins, breads, coffee and water and plenty of socializing! Not bad for a 5k! And we took a few pics.
I actually love the medal this year-they were made by campers at Camp Rap a Hope this summer (camp for kids battling cancer). Each medal has different beads/designs.
Larissa dropped me back off and it was on to a day full of eating and consuming way more calories than burned off at the turkey trot!
Love or hate the 5k? Out of curiosity, If a race isn’t chip timed, do you go by the garmin or the official time as your PR? Did you burn more than you consumed on Thanksgiving? I don’t think that is possible…