Since Tim was such a good husband last weekend, I decreed THIS weekend is Tim’s weekend.
Last weekend, he traipsed around Chicago, cheering me on. He humored me and followed me to blogger meet-ups. He got terribly lost finding parking at McCormick Place. He let me pick every restaurant we ate at and calmed me when I was nervous.
So, it’s Tim’s weekend.
Except when it comes to racing. Because I won the bet without needing the 90 second handicap I was awarded!
This morning was kind of every racer’s nightmare. We set our alarms for 5:30 am, since the race started at 7:30, was downtown, and parking would be a nightmare. At 6:10, Tim woke me up—we’d slept through the alarm! We got downtown as fast as we could and promptly got stuck in traffic in a full parking garage. We ended up parking on some random street 5 blocks from the race at 7:20 and walking verrrry quickly to get to the starting line on time.
But we made it!
Some lady at the starting line didn’t realize I was running the 5K, saw my shirt, and was like, “OMG, are you running back to back marathons? That’s crazy!” But I set her straight.
As much as I am looking forward to running another marathon, I did not envy the marathoners this morning. This is why I will never run the Kansas City Marathon:
Anyway, the race started and we were off! The first mile wasn’t great—it was basically a straight uphill climb, and I was dodging and weaving around tons of people.
Second mile was mostly downhill. I spilled some Gatorade on myself at the aid station. I didn’t really NEED Gatorade, but I’d forgotten my gum and had cotton mouth, like I always do when I race without gum.
Third mile was flatter, comparatively speaking, except for a bit of an incline at the very end. I thought of Sammy Wanjiru’s final kick at Chicago last weekend and did my best to sprint to the finish.
Which was good for 27/187 in my age group! Yay!
Elevation in green, pace in blue:
Tim beat his goal of coming in under 30 minutes, and our friend beat his goal of coming in under 40 minutes by quite a bit! I’m so proud of them both.
So, Tim’s lady co-worker wins a candy bar. I’d be lying if I said the friendly bet didn’t keep my ass moving during that race. Perhaps I’ll buy myself a Kit-Kat anyway.
I was reminded today of how much I’ve missed short races! It was really fun to put my balls on the table for half an hour and go all out, rather than having to worry about saving something for the end. I feel pretty good about my chances of achieving my goal of a sub-27:00 5K. I was just 91 seconds off today, but given the hills, the crowds, and the fact that I’m only 5 days out from my first marathon I feel like it’s pretty achievable. I’m excited to do some serious speedwork the next few months and will start looking for a 5K in December or January soon.
Unfortunately, the top of my left foot is really throbbing post-race. It’s weird—it feels almost like it’s badly bruised, but looks normal. Who wants to diagnose me? I think I need to focus on cross-training and resting it next week.
Anyway. Not relevant to Tim’s weekend, but I bought some cute, comfy, dressy flats for work purposes today.
…and Chipotle for dinner:
(Not pictured: delicious First Watch with our friend post-race; Brie’s three-hour afternoon nap in which I had a nightmare that I was doing a triathlon.)
What’s your favorite race distance? I love everything but 10Ks!