I suppose it would make sense to have started with a 5K then worked my way up to a 10, huh? But no, my couch-potato self did the Peachtree Road Race on July 4th, started C25K on the 6th, graduated from that with the US10K Classic over Labor Day and is just now getting around to doing a 5K.
Finally something I can run the entire way! Woo hoo!
I’m planning to do a Halloween 5K and wasn’t really looking for one earlier, but since I can walk to the start and it literally passes my house, how can I not? I finally tracked down the course map yesterday and damned if they don’t have it set so the final mile is uphill. Ish.
Real runners, of course, won’t notice the difference, but I’ve made an art in the last three months of avoiding anything on an angle, including speed humps (always going around rather than over). I’m quite familiar with that final leg and run it often — the other way. Making mountains out of these molehills is what I do, though, and I spent a good portion of yesterday whining about the grueling challenge with which I am now faced.
I sent an email to a co-worker, linking to the route and lamenting the diabolical direction which they’d chosen to run the race.
I will expect to see you standing on your front porch cheering me on as I go by.
It actually goes down my street? Cool.
No, dammit, it goes UP your street. Weren’t you listening?
I’ll be outside on the lawn in my green snuggie waiting for you. What time should I go out?
Well, the race starts at 8:30 and you’re around the 2 1/2 mile mark. The good people will probably be by around 8:45. So look for me about 9:45.
Later that day I got an email from the neighborhood association encouraging people to run, noting that last year there were only 100 runners.
Most people would probably see that and think, “Hey! Fewer people — I have a better chance of placing!”
My first thought? “Well that certainly increases my chances of coming in dead last…”
My goal is come in under 40 minutes. I did 13:38 per mile last night with Kitty, but good lord is she miserable to run with, so with race day adrenaline and without her, I should be able to make up the difference pretty easily. And if I go out too fast and wear myself out in the first two miles? Well, I’ve spent many a miserable day running these particular roads, so at least it’ll be a familiar feeling.
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