Back when there was snow on the ground, and I was hobbling around with an injury (in March) I heard that the B&O Yorkville 5k registration was opening. A friend had run this race last year, and said it was a great course. Good for a PB in the 5k.
That's all I needed to hear!
When I went to the website to sign up, there was something interesting on their website.
They were also holding the "Canadian 5k Road Championships" at that race site on the same day. There were qualifying times listed, and my most recent 5k was under the qualifying time for women. Hmmmmm.
Should I enter?
After some encouragement from my friends, I decided to go for it (gulp)!
A few weeks later, I received an email that I was in the race, at which time I promptly panicked that I had made a terrible mistake and that now, as I was in this championship race, I would perhaps have the chance of finishing in last place.
Now. There is nothing wrong with last place. Nothing at all.
Ask my high school cross country coach. I have definitely finished a race in last, or close to last place. I have always felt like I am still waaaaay ahead of anyone that didn't even start the race, amiright?
I was going to strive for a strong race, and a strong race for me would probably be an easy run pace for some of the elites I would be starting beside (ok, behind).
I know I was being dramatic. I spent the summer of 2014 achieving PBs in a few races, and running some amazing (and challenging) workouts...thanks coach Tia! I have never been in so many 5k races before this summer.
Papa and the boys were making the trek to the race with me. This was my big day, so they weren't going to miss it. The fact that it was 5k was great, as there is a lot less time to hang around while I am out on the course.
|Tech time in the car while Mama warmed up. Check out those BRIGHT shoes!!|
|Our little family parade heading to the starting area|
|they don't look that enthused about my race. hmmm|
The first mile headed down Bay Street, which had a slight downgrade. That, combined with the fast runners, could spell disaster. I managed to keep it cool. My first mile beeped in at 6:23. Perfect. I was hoping for 6:20, but this was even better. I didn't lose control! yay!
Then, as we were still heading down a bit, I sped up. I thought I was safe from the evils of going out too fast, so I started to pass a couple of people.
Mile 2: 5:58. Ya. Oops. That wasn't exactly as even as I had hoped for!
Maybe I could keep it up? (pfffft)
We were headed up University Ave. at this point, passing Queen's Park. We were headed back up that slight upgrade now. And there was a head wind I wasn't happy about. We passed a water station, which just didn't seem worth it to me. There would be water at the finish!
I came up on a few guys (what?!) and tried to draft behind them. When it was time to pass them, I tried to tell myself to just push through that burning feeling and find the finish.
As I rounded the corner for the final few hundred meters, I couldn't even look down at my watch. I just wanted to get there. My lungs were on fire and my arms were pumping as fast as I could make them! (mile 3 - 6:33, and mile 0.1 - 6:10)
As I came up to the finish I could see Robin, and I tried to smile (goodness knows if it looked like a smile, or sheer pain?!) and I was so so happy to be done. It was over in a flash. And I wasn't in last place!!
Little Milo was there, and gave me a hug (he probably could've knocked me over at that point) and I found Papa and my good friend Stephanie! Yay! for spectators!!
A diligent runner would have gone for a nice cool down run at this time. I did not. I was too happy to chat with my friends/family that I ate my banana and lived on the edge.
Final time: 19:54
Age Group: 4/10
|milo, my number one fan, "gave" me a stuffy that he promptly asked if he could keep :)|