- I still just hope that I am not last. I have to say I am a bit disappointed in my time of 50:17. It is 1:09 slower that my last race that was about 6 weeks ago with a at time of 49:09. I was really pushing for a 45 to 46. I set my Nike plus to tell me my pace every minute...but it malfunctioned when I paused the music...for a reason I cannot remember. Then I stopped to try to fix it, well not a complete stop but I really slowed down. That is what I LOVE about Nikeplus, the ability to see my run and my pace along the whole route. I slowed down to 19:57 pace when I was trying to fix my Nike (and that is one of my downfalls about Nike...it has glitches). There is only one run a month I worry about pace and that is my timed one for the FattyMustRunMarathonChallenge. The rest of the time I just love being out there. Did I mention that I forgot my armband for my phone? yeah...so I had to hold it in my hand the hold time...not comfortable.
- I still don't know how to drink from a cup and run at the same time. I have no problem grabbing the water from the volunteer, and by the way, thank you to all the volunteers. But once it is in my hand I fill like I am all thumbs and water just goes everywhere but my mouth. I still feel guilty about throwing my cups on the ground and apparently so are other people because there was a tower of upside down cups on the ground. I decided I would add to the tower.
- I cannot verify it but I think my three year old nemesis was there. He would be about seven now and there was a seven year old there running along with me...mocking me. He has a younger brother that is about 5 (Of course he was not there in 2009 because he would have been about 1...not even walking) But this year, this year they both mocked me. They would run past me just laughing and smiling and giggling. Then they would wait for their mother and me to get near them again and then they were off again. One day I am going to beat this child and I better do it soon because once he becomes a preteen...my chance is gone.
- I still don't like people to come back for me. Last time my daughter ran with me. She came back on the route to look for me and cheer me on. She kept her distance. She could tell that I appreciated it but that I needed to do this on my own. however, this time my husband ran with me. It was his first 5K. Kelly and Diane were there again (and yes they one their age groups). All three came back to look for me. While I love the fact they came back, to cheer me on, I lose my concentration. So as they walked up towards me, I waved them to turn around and go back to finish line. And they did. Maybe that is why I don't know team sports...I don't want anyone to depend on me. If I fail, it only affects me.
- I wasn't nervous about the race. Unfortunately, I had a 14 hour event that I was hosting at my house for 15 women from 10 am to midnight...that same day. So I spent the day before cleaning and decorating until 3 AM and then I was up at 5 for the race. I love hosting these events and I love the 5Ks but I realized I don't love doing them on the same day.
- That being said, I was ill prepared. Last time I worrying about tapering and hydration before the race. This time I just worried about showing up.
My hopes is that my next race will have a better time. I am still looking for 45 or sub 45. I'll get there. I know it.
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