A Win, a Fail, and I’m Bad at Math

Sadly, I am not here to report my triumphant new 5k PR of sub 20. The somewhat manageable temps at the Red, White, and Blue Shoes 5k did not carry over to this week and by racetime on Friday evening it was 93°F with 60something % humidity(I remember looking just before the race but I can’t remember exactly; I probably blocked out such trauma). I mean, that isn’t all that uncommon for summer in South Carolina so I wasn’t surprised, but I decided to go for it anyway. First mile= 6:20. And then I was toast. I turned off my watch and just began managing my efforts. I was first place woman at that point, so I kept an ear out for anyone coming up behind me for the next couple of miles. Near the very end folks cheering on the side of the road yelled “Go girlS” so I was clued in that she was close and since I was running SO SLOW at that point, it didn’t take much of a kick for me to keep the lead and get the win.

I won beer! And a nice little metal bar sign. I have nowhere to put said sign, so if anyone wants it let me know!
I won beer! And a nice little metal bar sign. I have nowhere to put said sign, so if anyone wants it let me know!

Side note: I don’t look back during races. I don’t know why, but it freaks me out to know what is looming behind me. I think that is probably a metaphor for life about keeping my eyes on the road ahead and not worrying about the past, but it’s also legit abject fear of knowing what lurks just behind me…which is also probably a metaphor for life.

Anyway, I won! But also failed in my pursuit of the sub 20. I have a couple more shots at it before training turns to the marathon in earnest, but the courses aren’t that ideal and it’s still summer in South Carolina. I am going to give it a go, but I also know it might be November or December before I can crack the (mostly mental) 20 minute barrier.

Finally, I guess it’s a good sign of your training when you think you haven’t run very much that week and you then realize that you hit 54 miles. I honestly thought my mileage was WAY down last week and that I’d have a hard time even getting in 40. Lo and behold, I’m very bad at math. Come Sunday, I got back from an awesome 16 mile cruise around town to see that I ran an actual decent amount! It’s not the mileage I’ll be hitting the the next few weeks for marathon training, but the low-50s is what I’ve averaged in the two months since Cleveland Marathon and I’m clearly stronger for the consistency.

Also, my poor math skills continued when I was convinced, absolutely convinced, that I had 14 weeks til Spinx Marathon this past Saturday…except it’s 15 weeks.

Good thing I teach English.