Second Place Strides
First is worst,
Second is best,
Third is the one…throwing a temper tantrum?
On Monday, the crew and I ran variations of the Laguna Hills Half Marathon, 10k & 5k.
First Is Worst
Leading up to the event was much dread, anticipation and hype regarding Strawberry running his 5k solo. After much deliberating, coaxing and coaching…I decided to let him do it. Mostly because it’s a small local race where he knows the course like the back of his hand and I know a lot of the volunteers. But also because he was right, he could nail it.
While he didn’t run a PR, to pull off a paced 27 minute 5k solo was amazing. He was so proud. He even bumped into Monica on the course who kept him company for a while. Mostly because gingers have to stick together.
His running solo was the worst….for me! I was agonizing over it during my race. Until I felt my phone on my arm (yes it was strapped to my arm) buzz around mile 4 indicating I had a text which I assumed meant one of the targeted friends/family grabbed him at the finish line (instead of a stranger), I was pretty mentally occupied with how he was doing, that and guilt for my behavior at the starting line (see third bold section).
Second is Best
Much to my shock, I pulled a 2nd place overall finish and a PR out of my behind yesterday morning.
Clearly the field wasn’t super deep, so I was able to take advantage of this. While I didn’t reach my goal of hitting the 42:xx mark – let’s face it, I was lucky to get the 43 and change given I have been basically running with zero speed work for…umm…about 2 months.
Things were peachy keen until about mile 4 when I started to bonk. Realizing I was solidly in 2nd place didn’t help because I started to slow down a bit more there too easing back from the 6:40-6:50 pace I had been holding (hello 8 minute mile that snuck in there).
At mile 5.5 I asked the volunteer if there was a vomit cleanup ahead. He laughed thinking I was joking but I was dead serious. I had spent the whole time regretting the milk in my coffee that morning and whatever else was sloshing around my stomach.
At mile 6 I hated everyone and wondered why 10k’s were invented and why I hadn’t run the 5k and by mile 6.2 I was happy to see the smiling faces of the family at the end watching me gasp for breath like a 3 pack a day smoker climbing up 10 flights of stairs.
Vanilla also nailed a PR on his second race coming with a 32 minute 5k. He was so thrilled. We just stood around and kissed our medals to celebrate. I also won a $15 gift card to Road Runner Sports, so it basically covered almost half my race entry.
Third is the One Throwing a Temper Tantrum
While I have run races with my kids, I have never raced a race while they were running. This, I learned, falls into the category of bad ideas. Getting everyone up, to the starting line, while I’m in my jittery mood, was not quite what I expected and I was about as friendly as a grizzly bear coming out of hibernation. So I may
or may not have had a little outburst at the starting line.
Long story short, I got everyone ready and jogged 1.5 miles to the start line and couldn’t find anyone as the race was starting. So I
kind of lost it and got snippy about answering cell phones, checking bags on time, etc…you know the important things in life. Gah! Hindsight really is 20/20. Whoops. Luckily the family ignored it and brushed it off as exactly what it was- racetime jitters.
I eventually snagged Strawberry and got him in the 8 minute pace corral (and gave him a 5 minute lecture reminding him of all of the things he knows already) and hopped into my 7 minute part of the corral to set off to race and we all *mostly* survived.
What did you do this Memorial Day Weekend?
Would you ever race and play offensive coordinator for others on race day?