The One Time a Year When I Use “Love” and “5k” in the Same Sentence
|February 7, 2013||Posted by Emily under Uncategorized|
Every year since I moved to DC, I’ve spent the second Sunday in February at the exact same place.
Freezing my feet off at the Love the Run You’re With 5k in Arlington, Virginia.
It’s kind of ridiculous that I keep going back to this race considering how much I hate 5ks and how much I hate repeating races when my race bucket list is already 26.2 miles long (with small margins and 6 point font).
Yet here we are again, two days before the second Sunday in February and I’m all signed up for another 5 kilometers of running through a part of the DC region that’s not particularly enjoyable or scenic.
And I’m pretty freakin’ excited about it.
And not just because their traffic light inspired color coded race bibs allow you to advertise the stability (or lack thereof) of your dating life.
After three months of emotionally and physically recovering from that weekend and the rib injury it gifted me with, I’ve got the itch to get back out on a race course.
Because I avoid racing 5ks like the plague I’m currently nursing, this is often my only 5k of the season. And since I so infrequently flirt with this distance, I’m usually able to nail a PR when I’ve actually raced this love run. (“Raced” generally being defined as “run at a relatively hard effort the day after a long marathon training run.” I clearly care a very great deal about the state of my 5k PR.)
Unfortunately, I’ve been battling some kind of flu/cold/death-like disease all week that’s trying to destroy my plans to run hard on Sunday.
So my expectations aren’t particularly high for the weekend. But I’m still excited. And I’m still hopeful that I’ll be feeling better by 9 am on Sunday morning so I can race (defined per usual as running with relatively hard effort the day after a long marathon training run) and let my Hokas carry me to a time that starts with a 19 so I can update my PR in the distance that I have so very little love for.
And if not, I’ll get over it real fast, spend the next year racing distances that I actually enjoy, and be back at the start line in Arlington to try again on the second Sunday of next February.
Anyone else heading over to Arlington on Saturday morning to pretend to love 5ks? Or actually love 5ks? No judgment here.