Category: 5K

5K Saturday

Another 5K today. This time the course was flat. Wore my super cool fancy watch. Took me a long time to step up and buy it. There was some guilt, followed by rationalization. Cause I’m all about the gear. So glad I took the plunge because I simply wuv it. It gives me heart rate and pace and time and distance and GPS and 10 wings, medium, extra crispy. Even has a ‘Get me home’ feature, in case you ever get lost, it’ll guide you back home. S’rously.

So why is it, if I love it so much, and check, and re-check it throughout the duration of the run, do I forget to hit ‘Stop’ when the race is over? (And thereby accurately capture all the race data for which I purchased the damn thing initially for anyway…) Excellent question. Maybe I’m just so glad to be crossing the finish line, that everything else simply goes out the mental window. I’m certainly meticulous about hitting start when crossing the ‘Start’ line, because heaven forbid the chip times are inaccurate. But crossing the ‘Finish’ not so much. And sure enough, today, I forgot to stop the timer, so while I wondered around and drank some water and handed in my race chip, the clock was still running. And therefor, my times are inaccurate. C’est la vie.

Feels like I missed an opportunity here. 9:22 minute mile. Not bad, yes. But, I want more. More, I say. Better. Then take a look at my splits:

9:00 minute mile in mile two? Who Am I? Wowee. Fun to see. Then again, please notice mile 4. And all of its 13 minute mile glory. Catching your breath and high-fiving your peeps takes time. As well it should. Word.

The final 5K of the week. end.

This morning came wicked quick. 6:03am on a Sunday morning after getting up early yesterday for a rainy Friehofer’s Run was not easy. I’ll admit, if this wasn’t for work, not sure I would have made it.

But soon as some of our best volunteers and friends started arriving, smiling their most welcoming and warmest of smiles, the birds began to chirp, the clouds began to part.  And we were off.

I’m convinced my Garmin is biased. Because I secured another PR today. Not sure what’s in the air recently.  But, here it is, an avg. 9:22 minute mile in all its glory.

The most enjoyable part for me being the splits. Like, where the heck did 9:04 minute miles come from?

Not sure I recognize myself. Two 5K’s in one weekend. But am definitely enjoying the feeling of this newbie.

 

 

The final 5K of the week. end.

This morning came wicked quick. 6:03am on a Sunday morning after getting up early yesterday for a rainy Friehofer’s Run was not easy. I’ll admit, if this wasn’t for work, not sure I would have made it.

But soon as some of our best volunteers and friends started arriving, smiling their most welcoming and warmest of smiles, the birds began to chirp, the clouds began to part. And we were off.

I’m convinced my Garmin is biased. Because I secured another PR today. Not sure what’s in the air recently. But, here it is, an avg. 9:22 minute mile in all its glory.

The most enjoyable part for me being the splits. Like, where the heck did 9:04 minute miles come from?

Not sure I recognize myself. Two 5K’s in one weekend. But am definitely enjoying the feeling of this newbie.

 

 

un-impossible

“When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.” ― Helen Keller

Today I accomplished what a year ago thought was the impossible. Ran a 5K in under a 10 minute mile. There’s not much more to say, I guess. Other than the impossible is possible. Here are the stats:

incessant CF blah blah’ing..and 5K

“Always do what you are afraid to do.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

On Thursday the WOD was to run a 5K. I didn’t make it to CF on Thursday. ACF offers 10 classes per day, TEN. Nay, I still found a long list of what seemed like pretty darn good reasons throughout the day as to why I couldn’t hit the WOD on Thursday. But the seedling for the 5K was planted.

And so, after a long day in the office today, and getting home, and even hitting a short nappy-poo, and contrary to every best effort put forth from my well-stocked arsenal on how to not go running… I couldn’t avoid the challenge any longer. I loaded up the doggy and headed over to the Crossings. Shiet. Just, couldn’t, help myself. The seed was planted, I had to know. Had to see for myself what all these months of training, and 90-DC’ing and ACF’ing, and WOD’ing, and Zoning, and Acronym’ing, and Paleo’ing, and obsessing, and pushing even my most closest of relationships to the brink with incessant Crossfit blah blah’ing, have finally culminated into.

So, there I was, out in the dark and the cold, with my trusty co-pilot, Oliver, pounding out my first 5K since the Turkey Trot in November. Four long dark months ago.

The results?

Distance: 3.13 miles. Time: 31:27. Best pace: 9:52. Avg.: 10:03 mile. Absolutely un-fnn-belieable. I abhor running. I can bike 100 miles, but do NOT ask me to jog down the street. But suddenly, I can run. Who knew.