I ran the Kracker Klassic 5K this weekend in my hometown (there is no link–that’s how small this race is!). I was actually kind of excited to run this one because the race used to run by my house as a child and we always had a water station set up in our front yard. Since it was a hometown race, I knew the route would be boring, but I’d see a lot of people I knew there*.
I think this is my 6th 5K, so I should be fairly used to them by now, right? Uh… No. I FAILed miserably. There are all kinds of excuses for why this happened: heat, humidity, strength training the day before,…. etc., etc.
But the bottom line is this: I haven’t really been running consistently for months. I thought it would be no problem to do “just a 5K.” The morning of the race, I wasn’t really feeling it. And I hadn’t pre-registered so I seriously considered skipping it, but I was kinda hoping to validate my surprise PR from last month. I figured if I could finish under 32:00 I’d have an “official” PR to report. No dice.
My time was 34:5x, barely under 35 and almost a full 3 mins slower than last time. This is my 3rd worst 5K time ever. I ran better hungover for crying out loud! I even took walk breaks. . . in a 5K! I ran a half marathon, damn it, I should be able to eek out 3 measly miles. But I didn’t.
The running gods have served me a piece of humble pie and I’m eating it. I ran this morning with a renewed sense of purpose. I will NOT let heat/humidity keep me from training anymore. I *must* improve my times. Otherwise, all that hard work for the half seems all for nothing. I don’t even feel like a “real” runner right now.
* I did see a lot of people I knew there, which ended up being more intimidating than I originally thought. However, because it was a small hometown race, I actually knew a lot of the winners, which was super cool.