You know it’s time to blog when your mother sends a text asking, “Where’s my favorite blogger?”
My mom is my #1 fan and that is good enough for me!
I guess I’ll catch you up on things.
I am completely done with my running season. I competed in three races.
- Vanderbilt (3k)
- Home Meet – Southeast Missouri (5k)
- Ole Miss (5k)
I talked about Vanderbilt’s race and I guess I’ll talk about the other two since I have not yet done.
Home Meet – 5k
Went into this race hoping to run a sub 20 minutes 5k.
Problem: Insane amount of wind
I spiked up and hoped for the best
This is how the race went:
Was on pace for 20:20 for the first 2.25 miles then I died and ran around 7 flat pace. The wind just killed me and exhausted me. My legs were also extremely heavy and hard to pick up.
I ended up running a 20:57 which is still a PR, but I was supposed to run at least a 20:30.
Now Ole Miss. This was just last weekend. I had a big goal of 20:15 or better. I felt there was no way I could run that because I just have been fatigued and physically and mentally burnt out. I’ve never ran competitively for this many seasons in a row before.
My race was at 6:50pm and we got to the meet around 11am. So I had to wait around inside the indoor football field for 7 hours before I could even warm up.
Throughout the day it got even more humid in the building and I started feeling really hot and sick. At 2pm I ate a foot long from subway, thinking I had a long time until I raced.
At about 4 or so I asked coach if the meet was running on time, he said yes. Then he was like “wait, what time do you think you run at?” and I said 6:50 and he was like “oh no, the 5k is now at 5:45”
Great. It was 82 degrees with 15 mph winds at the time of my race. Honestly though the wind was nothing compared to our home meet.
I had ice bags on me to cool me off before I started to warm up.
- This pace feels really slow but I feel great
- Why am I in last?
- This girl is going to slow and dying, time to go around her.
- Caught the next girl, she’s going a bit slow too.
- I want to be up with that group of girls.
- I’m gaining on them! Looks like I’ll be able to catch them!!
- OH MY GOD cramp under my rib!
- Maybe, please, please, please go away!
- It’s not going away and instead getting worse!
- Oh god, I am making embarrassing noises trying to get air.
- Now I’m crying. This is wonderful. Glad everyone is out here to watch me cry for a mile.
- I am going so slow, this is slower than training run pace. I cannot move though. Every breath I take feels like someone is stabbing me.
- Thank god I am done. A mile has never lasted so long in my life.
How it played out
Went out in a 92 (6:10/mile pace)
Held great pace and ran a very smart race for 2 miles.
I was on pace for sub 20 minute 5k for 2 miles of the race. Then once I got my cramp/pulled muscle/whatever the heck it was I ended up running around 8 minute pace. Yes, bad.
Why I thought I was going slow from the start? 5 girls who were supposed to run the race didn’t start. Therefore they must have been the slow girls because looking at seed times there looked to be 3 packs of girls.
- The girls who run 18’s
- The girls who are close to breaking 20
- And the others who are high 20’s-22’s
I knew I would be in pack two, but yet I was dead last so I thought all the slower girls were in front of me. But nope, I was right where I needed to be.
Worst part of the race besides getting the cramp or whatever: Seeing the pack of girls all break 20 minutes. I should have finished with them. That was supposed to be me!
I ran a 21:24. That time is awful. I ran a 21:08 en route a 6k on grass in cross country. That should put it in perspective.
Although I didn’t break 20, I still believe my PR is sub 20, because I know I would’ve been there based on how I felt before my cramp. I felt wonderful and it felt so easy. I know I could’ve remained at the pace if not even got faster.
I’m sub 20 material, regardless of what my PR says.