I wasn’t sure last night when I went to bed whether I would be racing today or attempting to run long. Rock N Roll Vegas Marathon had been a last minute decision, one that I hadn’t made when I decided to sign up for Potomac River Running’s Run With Santa 5K.
I love racing. I love marathons but racing short gives you the option of racing every weekend.
When my alarm went off I quietly thought to myself – who are you kidding? Why wouldn’t you run? You know you will regret it.
I love the moments leading up to a race. I love blasting music in the car alone and singing – riding the pre-race high.
I love the jittery moments before the gun goes off.
I love the moments after the gun goes off and I get passed, passed by what feels like everyone in the race. I silently say to myself – patience – patience.
I love the moments when I start to pass people, yet I also love the moments when I look ahead and see someone I thought I could catch start to gain distance on me. It makes me hungry. Hungry for speed. Hungry to run more. Hungry to one day pass that person in a race.
I love the moments leading up to the final sprint to the finish. I’m running my fastest and giving what I think is my all, when I see the finish line and suddenly there is more left in the tank. The world is quiet. I don’t hear people in these last feet. I have tunnel vision and the goal is to get to the finish as fast as I can – gaining time in the home stretch.
When I looked at my watch in the final stretch today I saw 20:xx. I had told myself prior to the race that I would run what the day gave me. I had run a marathon less than 7 days before, but that I wanted 20:xx and that I would push to get it.
Mile 1 felt relaxed.
Mile 1: 6:35
I was running smart.
Mile 2: 6:26
Mile 3 is flat for half of it and then it’s up hill. It’s deceiving because it’s not a giant climb at first glance but it goes up for the rest of the mile. I was running sub 6:26 for the first half and when I looked at my watch during the climb I was running in the 8’s.
Mile 3: 7:03
I ran what the day gave me and what my legs had in me. Though I knew I was no where near a PR I was not going to give up because of one slower-than-I-wanted mile.
Mile .14: 6:29 avg
I love the finish. I love the feeling of your chest heaving up and down. I love the momentary feeling that you might get sick. I love walking around with my hands on my head trying to catch my breath knowing that I gave it my all on that day.
- Finish time: 20:59 [garmin] 20: 57 [official]
- 16th female overall out of 1,004 females
Every Potomac River Running Race I’ve run has always gone off with out a hitch, this race was no exception. Parking was a breeze, the start and finish easy to find, spectator friendly course, nice long sleeve technical race shirt. Definitely recommend this if you are looking for a local 5K in December – overall a great race. Only suggestion I have is that if you run this race in the future, pick up your packet the day before rather than waiting till race morning – the lines were VERY long this morning.
This race left me feeling torn. I want too much when it comes to running. I want to run races every weekend. I want to be fast at short stuff and fast at long stuff.
I’m not sure what to do about a spring marathon. I want to run one, yet I don’t.
I want to run Boston but I did not sign up. I want to run B & A but it’s not starting and finishing where it did before and that was part of why I liked it. I want to run Rock N Roll USA but it is the same day as B & A Marathon. I want to run Reston Marathon since it is the inaugural year but I know it’s going to be hilly and I don’t know if it’s in me to train all winter long to run a hilly marathon course. I also want to take a break from marathons for a little, I want to run short races every weekend and see if I can get my PR’s down. I want too much when it comes to running.
As I write this – my mind tells me that I need marathons. They are a part of me and the thought of waiting 9+ months to run another just doesn’t fly……
I’m tired of inner struggle.
I resolve to be in the moment more and plan less. Spring marathons, just like everything else in my life, will fall into place. It always does – right?
Today was a good day. A very good day.