Thursday night something about my mental outlook changed. I decided to make a new play list specifically for this race. Normally I just shuffle around my usual "gym" playlist or add a few new songs prior to a race. Last year for this race I ran without music because they discourage it. If you are racing for a top spot you will be disqualified if you run with headphones. Last year the woman who won the marathon totally ran with her ipod. Not that I would be running for a top spot, but I like to be a good athlete. This year I decided I didn't care and I was running with my music. I picked my favorite nine songs making sure my playlist did not exceed 30 minutes. Basically it would be my own punishment if I ran slower than that, I would be out of songs. I even forced my family to listen to the playlist during dinner Thursday night, I had to be sure the flow of songs was correct. I put Pink's "Slut Like You" as my last song. Yes, I would need that to get up the hill before you reach the finish line.
I focused a lot all week on stretching. My body is still kind of unhappy with me and my lack of concern for stretching after swimming and biking. I stretched and foam rolled every night. I also did a nice 30 minute yoga routine for runners hoping to loosen up my muscles. Basically I did everything I should if I wanted to meet my goals for race day.
My goals were simple. I wanted to run sub 30. When I looked at the pace I would need to maintain overall to reach that goal, I got a little scared. At the same time I knew I had to try because nothing is ever earned if you don't at least try. My second goal was to PR. Going sub 30 would be more difficult than earning a PR since my last best 5k time was 30:13.
Race morning came, I did some stretching why the marathoners were lining up. I watched them head out before I lined up. I all of a sudden became slightly flustered about when to start my music. I didn't want to start it too early knowing that I had limited my music selection to fall within the 30 minute realm. I waited until they gave the 30 second warning, started my music and crammed my phone into my race belt. Then were off. I had done a decent job in lining up. I started at the 8 minute mile pace sign. No I would not be running that fast, but with nearly 1900 people doing the 5k, lots of kids and lots of walkers that is where I ended up. it was a good choice as I only had one point the entire race where I had to squeeze between two slower runners, the rest of the course was spent focusing on pace and one foot in front of the other. Ont he other side I wasn't getting passed by lots of people, score one for me.
The first mile was good, maybe a little too fast, but I wasn't going to have a lot of wiggle room to go easy the first mile and make it up later with a hill .10 miles from the finish line. I just needed to maintain a steady pace. Even though I had hydrated very well in the days prior, I should have hydrated the morning of. I was experiencing dry mouth which i typically only get at one race a year in Sacramento. I knew this meant I would need to grab water at the aid station. Sadly, taking something from the aid station causes you to slow down, which is why I normally don't take anything at a 5k race. I downed some water and tried to be polite and not hit another runner with my cup as I tossed it aside, notice I said "tried".
I don't think I have ever looked at my watch so many times during a race. Can you say "obsessive much". When my mile two time flashed, I nearly cried. It was too slow, I would not meet my goal of a sub 30 with that time. I wanted to cry, I really had to fight back tears. I wanted this so badly, much more than I thought I did. I just kept trudging along hopelessly wondering when the slight downhill section would come before the hill so I could get some relief. It felt like the longest 5k ever. I kept looking at my average pace time, it was about 2 seconds off where I needed it to be. My only hope was that I could make it up on the downhill while not expending too much energy because i would need it get up the hill and to the finish line.
I finally reached the section, told myself I was in the home stretch, that I was strong and that I could do this, there was still a chance. I made my way around the corner and the hill came into site. So close, I checked my watch one last time, I felt like I could maybe actually hit the sub 30 but i put it out of my mind and focused solely on getting my ass up the hill. People line the street as you are coming up the hill, which helps, sort of. I was so in my own head I wasn't really paying any attention to anything or anyone. As you reach the crest of the hill you realize, shit, I still have to cross the finish line which is .10 miles away, which seemed like another mile at this point. I did my best to sprint to the line and not throw up as I finally crossed it. Holy hell, that was hard.
I looked at my watch and saw that i had not earned a sub 30 but did get a 5k PR out of the effort. I was bummed, but happy at the same time because I knew I gave it everything I had.
Then I got home and actually uploaded my data from the race. I saw that I had nailed my overall pace goal. I had run the course long. If I had not run long, I would have earned that sub 30 time. I was ecstatic. The idea that I was actually able to maintain that pace for the entire 5k was huge. It felt so good to know that I put myself out there to give it everything I had instead of taking the easy way out. It was also the confidence boost that I needed to keep my head up and keep trying for the rest of the year.
So now I'm on the hunt for the next 5k where I wan officially achieve that sub 30 time.
A few things to note. There were only about two points during the race, where I actually made notice of my carefully thought out music. Once when a Lady Gaga song came on, and again when "Slut Like You" came on as I wondered if the song would carry me to the finish line :) Other than I have to recollection of actually hearing any of the other songs. That's how in my own head I was. "The Hill" must not really be a hill because it barely looks like a blip on the radar on my elevation chart. I swear, it sucks ass!
Race photos, there was only one decent race photo of me and that was before the race! All the others are horrific where you can clearly see what a hot mess I was. Just like last year my bib tore off so I was running with my bib hanging down only attached at one side. In addition to that my face is bright red and I'm clearly dying.
I had a course PR of 1:16! A 5k PR of 3 seconds.
Many props to the folks at Oakland Running Festival. For all of the jokes about running through Oakland fast so you don't get shot, this event highlights what a great city Oakland is. I only wish it wasn't a once a year moment for Oakland.
Official time 30:10
AG results 32/167 (that's exciting)
OA results 484/1820
Now I must focus on my triathlon next month, even if all I really want to do it go out and race another 5k right now.
|Drummers at the start line|