Well, I guess it is time for my first race of marathon training season. My plan has races built in, as my mileage increases, so do the length of the races. This one falls 2 weeks early, but because it was in my town, I couldn’t pass it up.
It was a nice day for the race, a bit warm, but not too humid. For July, I will take it! I didn’t really have any lofty goals going into this race. I don’t really consider myself a 5k runner. (It takes me too long to warm-up). This is was a SMALL race ( 65 entrants ).
My official finishing time was 22:21 (7:12 pace), 3rd female, 14th overall. Lily also came in 3rd in the 12 and under division. I won a $10 gift certificate to “The Chocolatier”–yum! I was happy with my time, but I do feel like I could have gone faster. I think I was conserving some energy knowing that I still had more running to do that day (and flying solo parenting-wise). This is a common thing with me, I don’t go “all out” because I “save” energy for other things (I often tell myself that I “still have to be a ‘nice’ mom when I am done!”). While I realize that this is true, I am also realizing that I use this as an excuse. I don’t race every weekend. This is something that I have to work on. I feel guilty even writing about it. MOM GUILT. It comes with the territory. I am not even sure if it is a fear of going “all out”, or if it is truly trying to find the balance. It is probably a combination of both. I think this topic probably deserves its own post!
My training plan called for 6+6, so I came home and ran 3 more miles at and 8:43 pace. I was wiped and really dreading the second 6. I bargained with myself and at 5pm I got myself going for just 5 more…I don’t know why I didn’t do 6, mentally I just fell apart. It was HOT by then, so my no brainer 5 mile loop was completed at 8:34 pace. I am kind of disappointed in myself that I shortened it. I was really having a difficult time motivating myself to get in the second run. I felt guilty about having to go out and get in another run. Normally, on a double day, I would do the first run before everyone else was awake. I was tired of being hot and tired! I think I was also feeling sorry for myself that Dave wasn’t here for the weekend.
When I came home we ate dinner, I showered and we headed out to see fireworks. It was a great show. My camera on my phone has completely died. I need to take it for a “genius bar” appointment. I think I will wait for my genius to be home first. It’s an hour drive to the nearest Apple store. I dislike it when things break.
Did anyone else race this weekend? How did it go?
What was your favorite thing about your weekend?
Do you ever worry about finding that balance?