… apparently don’t come to fruition sometimes.
Funny, I had confidence that I could break 25:00 in a 5k. I was gunning for 24:00.
My official time from Sunday’s race?
Took me longer than I expected last week to recover from my half. Even though I had no real residual soreness when I was sitting/standing/walking, my runs felt really hard.
Even so, I’ve been working my speedwork at a 22-minute 5k pace. 25 SHOULD have been easy.
Just didn’t work out.
My first nice good and solid. I went out pretty fast, but it felt good, and I was taking advantage of the short downhill start to coast and keep my breathing even. I paced off a girl I know in my club and in the clinics; she’s a little faster than me but I figured I could probably keep up with her.
Mile went by pretty quickly and I was feeling good.
Mile 1 – 7:36 (garmin time)
The second mile was harder. I expected it; had read on the course description that there were a couple of hills. I tried to keep my breathing even and deep, but it was harder. I knew, though, from the course description, that the third mile was downhill, so I really just tried to hang until I could recover on the downhill. I knew I lost time, but was still sub 8 and still thought I had a chance.
Mile 2 – 8:17 (garmin time)
Except there was NO DOWNHILL MILE.
Instead? It was a slow incline from mile 2 to mile 2.90.
It nearly killed me; I couldn’t control my breathing, and a couple of times I was certain I was going to throw up.
I couldn’t hang on; needed to walk briefly to recover.
The moment I did I knew I wasn’t going to make it work.
Mile 3 – 8:48 (garmin time)
And during mile three, I was ALL in my head, and it wasn’t good. I was thinking, Seriously, what made me think I can run a sub 25? Let it go. I can’t do it.
And then my two running club girlfriends passed me. In the past two races we’ve run this year, I’ve finished behind them both times. Seriously, I am always last.
I hate being last.
I let them go by me, but when I saw the turn before the finish, I couldn’t do it. I needed to give it my all.
Luckily for me, there was a pretty sweet downhill before the finish.
I actually yelled out loud, YEAH! Let’s DO this!
And I let my legs fly.
And I passed my girlfriends, and I FLEW into the finish chute.
For that last .13 (by my garmin), I ran a 5:10 pace.
It’s a PR for me – my best official 5k time before now was 29:07 in August 2010. Yeah, yeah, PR blah blah blah.
But I was really disappointed. I AM CAPABLE OF MORE.
I have speed in me, I know it.
I just don’t have the tools to put it all together in a race.