Yesterday was my first official “turkey trot.” I usually run or workout on Thanksgiving morning but I’ve never done an organized race before.
This was also my first 5k since last summer. It was COLD. I think that is probably a common theme for a lot of people’s race experience yesterday. Balls. So cold I almost turned around and walked back to my car. “I ran a marathon. I ain’t got nothin to prove to y’all.” Except, I had something to prove to myself and I’m so not a quitter. The only race I’ve failed to attend in the last year and a half/two years was skipped because I was feeling sick to my stomach and running and pukey tummies do not mix.
Anyway, no one needs gory details about how I turn into the crazy lady who can’t handle not slicing through a crowd (I get a little claustrophobic and aggressive at races sometimes.) Once I peed I felt better and got in line to start. This was also my first real cold weather run of the season outdoors and I haven’t been doing a ton of running since the marathon. I started and I felt good so I pushed and when I looked down at the trusty Garmin I noticed I was on track to be able to run a sub-30 minutes 5k if I could hold my average pace. It would have been kind of a miracle because my fastest recorded time for a race was much slower and while I can run pretty darn fast, I can’t sustain the fast paces.
Sadly, I did feel the effects of the cold and the lack of consistent running and fell just short of my goal. However, I did run my fastest 5k on the books so I can’t be too unhappy [30:54]. A PR is a PR and I now know my goal is totally attainable and smashable.
But let’s not forget, it was THANKSGIVING DAY! And I have SO much for which to be thankful. I got to spend the day at my sister-in-law’s parents house with my stepdad (Bob), my brother and sister-in-law, my dad and stepmom (they drove in from Ohio!), and of course my favorite baby ever to be birthed, my nephew Henry. And I got my own pie. Let us not forgot the important things — like pie.