MLK 5k: A Very Dreamy Race
|January 15, 2011||Posted by Emily under Uncategorized|
I can only assume that when Martin Luther King Jr proclaimed, “I Have a Dream” that beyond his message of fairness and opportunity, he was also talking about returning to running after being sidelined by stress fractures for months on end.
Because let me tell you, I’ve uttered those words more than once in the past three months.
So it was a fitting tribute to Dr. King, that my first race back in action, was held in his honor.
It FINALLY looked like a race day morning in my sweaty abode.
There was a little of this:
Some things got all fired up:
A couple of these were thrown into the mix:
All while the sweet sounds of Eminem played over the stereo
(Remind me to tell you later about my life plan to marry Eminem and form a rap duo. EmandEm. Get it? Yeah, I know, it’s awesome.)
All for the dreamiest event of 2011.
Feel free to join me in an all day fist pumping celebration.
My race of choice was the Martin Luther King 5k put on by my local running club.
The race was free for club members and 5 dollars for everyone else, and the start line was about 2 miles from my front door. I mean, does it get any easier than that?
registered my friend without telling him convinced my friend to sign up with me (his FIRST race EVER. this is the same lucky bastard who I gifted a half marathon registration for Christmas.)
We decided to run to the start of the race and run back to get about 6.5 miles in for the day.
My plan was to do the race nice and slow. Then a couple of things happened:
First, they broke us up into waves of 30, split by predicted finish time. They tried to split genders too, but my plan was to run with my male friend, so I somehow ended up as the only girl in the first wave of the race. While standing around for the race to begin, the guys started chiding me a little “we can’t get beat by a girl” “don’t let her school us” "
Then the gun went off and my male friend said, “I’m willing to run whatever pace you want to, but it’s a little tough to see all these guys sprint ahead.”
I tried to remain level-headed and told him to leave me behind. But he refused.
Third fuck. No one pity runs with this girl.
Before I knew it we were cruising at a sub-7 minute pace. Around mile 2 my friend (who was running behind me, not beside me. suckaaa) huffed “good god em, you’re really not messing around with the pace.”
And then he pulled ahead of me.
And beat me. The jerk.
I finished around a 21:30. The race felt fairly effortless and I’m pleased I could still hold a decent pace after being sidelined for so long. It gives me hope that not all of my running strength disappeared back in October.
And yes, I wore my Boston jacket to make sure people knew I’m a legit runner even if I ran the race super slow. Don’t judge.
One of the biggest wins of the day was seeing my coach after the race, telling him I did not go as slowly as planned and NOT getting yelled at.
Let’s fist pump a little harder people.