I ran my first race since the Jingle Bell debacle back in December today, and it was great in so many ways.
The weather was perfect: 60s with clear blue skies and a light breeze. The course was pretty flat, with a few inclines just to make it interesting. It was also a small race, so I didn't have to fight through herds of people to get to clear running space.
The best part is that I was really pleased with how I ran. I had done a 3-mile course this week and had felt like I'd pushed the pace a bit. Then I checked my watch and saw that I'd run at abuot 9:15 pace. Ew. I was a little worried about this run, even though it was only a 5k. My splits were:
9:32 - my first mile is always slow. I need to warm up ahead of time
8:28
8:28
1:12
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27:42, for a pace of 8:54.
It wasn't lightning speed, but it's faster than anything I've run in the past year and change. I felt strong and pushed the pace and survived. It gave me new confidence in my running. Enough confidence that I might start running with the chicks one morning a week. It'll be tough to keep up, but I think I can do it!
1 comment:
Way to go!! I love hearing your tales of running. It makes me feel like I'm missing something. Unfortunately, I never have those zen moments on the course. I just feel like someone beat me with a frying pan.
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