Love the Run You’re With 5k Race Report
|February 14, 2011||Posted by Emily under Uncategorized|
Writing the race report after you’ve revealed the results feels a little like starting to watch a movie after you’ve already seen the ending.
Yesterday was the Love the Run You’re With 5k across the river in Arlington.
Liz was kind enough to pick me up and drive me over so I didn’t have to take the metro. This was especially awesome after I robbed the finish line of half the food and beverages. Carting back 12 muscle milks and 18 granola bars on public transportation would have been terribly inconvenient.
My one goal for this race was to beat my two year old PR of 21:30. As long as I crossed the finish line faster than that, I would be happy.
I don’t know about you, but I never scope out a course before I race it. I would rather be surprised by scary ascents and potholes, then spend days dreading the run. So I shouldn’t complain about the rolling hills that greeted me starting .3 miles into today’s race. But I’m going to.
Have I mentioned before that I hate 5ks? You know what’s worse than having to run fast for 3.1 miles? Running fast on hills for 3.1 miles.
I nearly gave up when I saw my Garmin tick to nearly 8 minutes/mile during the first ascent. But I didn’t.
I saw Dash scoot by me and I knew if I wanted to finally PR my stupid 5k, then I would have to pick it up. And I did. And lucky for Arlington, that first hill was the worst of it. Had it not been, I would have been back with my bulldozer later in the day to plow down all the climbs.
And while I may not have given up on the first, very steep climb, I did spend the duration of the race muttering a stream of obscenities followed by “5k.”
I also made the mistake of rejoicing when we started going downhill after that first steep hill. But as soon as I realized the course was a stupid out and back, my celebration stopped real quick.
Mile 1: 6:37
Mile 2: 6:34
Mile 3: 6:29
.1: 46 seconds
Total time 20:29
7/465 Age Group
And I won a sweet ass prize for my second place finish in my love division.
What’s a “love division?”
Well, in keeping with the V-Day theme, the race required you to register as either Single (Stupid Cupid), Taken (Co-Dependent) or It’s Complicated (Love ‘em or leave ‘em).
I scored a gianormous mug to drink my tea in for my second place finish in my category. Screw age groups. From now on, I’m racing according to my relationship status.
Ahhh the sweet taste of 5k PR victory.
Can you guess what the crew of 15ish DC bloggers/tweeters/plusones did after racing?
I’ll give you a hint. It starts with an “F” and ends in “aceplanted baskets of carbs”
I failed to get a full group picture (not my fault. I blame the carbs with butter glaze) but we had a
subpar fantastic meal with a fantastic group of runners who all crushed the 5k.
I wish I could say that this was a victory brunch to celebrate the fact that I never have to race another 5k again. But as many of you pointed out yesterday, now I have to break 20 minutes. This distance won’t be happy until I have died with hatred or sprint exhaustion.
Let’s get that 5k Hate Club started ASAP.