I booked it on down to Portland today to run my first 5K of the year.
As most of you know, 5K is my least favorite distance. It takes me 10K to get my booty in gear so 5K clearly and obviously is not going to be so hot for me.
As of 9:00 this morning I was still seriously considering bailing. (lameeeee) BUT! After a swift kick in the ass from the side of my brain that tells me not to be pathetic I manned up and went.
I have had a crap time lately with my 5K situation- I PR'd at 23:00 in October of 2011 and have not been able to break that ever since.
Going into this I knew I had a few things going for me.
-I'm in pretty damn good shape right now
-My miles have been getting faster across the board
-A couple easy-ish weeks for the legs set me up well to do ok... maybe..
There was zero stress and zero planning. I don't think I even bothered to eat anything before hand... I literally drove to Portland, Grabbed my number, ran an easy mile, ran the race andddddddd BOOMMMMM!
TWENTY ONE MINUTES AND THIRTY SECONDS AND IT WAS OVAAAAHHHH!!!
PR by ninety freaking seconds.
1st in age group
Damn freaking good for this girl's running ego!