This past weekend was really all about the husband. He ran the Myrtle Beach Marathon and I hope to post some pictures and thoughts about his race another time. But, I was lucky enough to jump into a 5K, check off a new state, and pick up some hardware.
This was a night race. I figured since it was around a shopping/entertainment center (Broadway at the Beach) it would be well lit. It was, sort of. There were definitely places that were DARK, but the lights from cars helped a lot. I never felt unsure of my footing, but waiting all day to run a race and then doing it in the dark is not exactly my favorite way to race.
I started off what I felt was conservatively. The legs were moving, breathing seemed okay, and the pace was right - 7:06 first mile. And then things seemed to get tough instead of faster. My arms were hurting. My breathing was fast and labored. Gosh, I hate the 5K! The second mile was 7:24. Come on, Mer! You're supposed to be able to run this in the 6:00s! The third mile I played all kinds of mind games - 10 steps of surges, 10 steps of backing off - whatever I could do to get to that damn finish line. Finally I was there and got caught in quite possibly the best worst finishers photo of all time.
Regardless of what I would deem as a poor race, I finished second in my age group out of 67 and walked away with a cool glass plaque.
Two days after this race I had a temperature over 101 and it has continued for a few days. Obviously I was catching something which may have affected my race. There is another 5K in about 4 weeks. Redemption!