First of all, we've already established that I've done little since the marathon but run easy, cross train a bit, and consume copious amounts of peanut butter. No speedwork has been completed. Repeat: NONE.
Then on Wednesday, I decided to take Kim up on an invitation to head to the Beachland Ballroom to go hear some good live music. It was super fun, but a late night fueled by a Bell's Winter White and some water (because I'm a responsible hydrater like that).
Got up early to the bitter chill and wind and thought WHY WHY WHYDIDITHINKTHISWASAGOODIDEA? Ugh. I sort of wished I was pacing a friend or something so it would make me NOT feel like I had to run hard. But the only person I knew running aside from my awesome Mom was Katie, and let's face it, her sub-7 minute pace is not exactly what I would call "comfortable" and more what I call "puke-enducing."
|Me and the Mom, who is actually almost 27 years older than me. No joke. If I don't age like she has, I'm a gonna HURT SOMEBODY|
So, I figured I'd just give it a go and see what happened.
First mile was around 7:20, so all things considered, not too bad. I slowed down a bit in the 2nd mile--something around 7:40? May have been a touch long. Then I just decided that I still, for some reason, felt pretty good (this is rare in a 5K and means I am not running fast enough, of course) so I picked it up at the end to actually negative split the race. What? I NEVER negative split 5Ks. I go out too fast and then DIEDIEDIE every time.
|BRRR it was cold!|
|flyin' to the finish|
But I picked it up and crossed the line all, "ain't no thang." I barely even felt tired. And the best part? I ran a 23:2X (chip time is messed up so I'll update it when it's fixed!). Considering it took me 9 years to break an old PR of 23:43, pulling this 23:2X outta my ear is pretty awesome.
Now, if only I could run a 5K to my full potential and actually do it right. Alas, that HURTS WAY TOO MUCH.
But for now? Pumpkin pie, please!