How awesome is it that I am writing a race recap right now? It has been a full year since my last race so it felt really good to be back out there. Even though I didn’t “race” in the speed category I still had a mental battle to fight.
It so makes me sad to write this as a 5k recap. I’m going to be a little sad and negative before I jump the the happy thoughts. Please don’t judge what I’m about to write in the next few paragraphs. I love running and respect every distance and everyone’s ability to run or walk whatever they can. I am the world’s biggest cheerleader when it come to running 1 step, 1 mile or 100 miles. BUT….running/racing the 5k is just not for me. WOMP WOMP WOMP.
I did it my friends! I ran my first half marathon postpartum on Saturday. To say it was hard would be an understatement. Thank goodness I had my Dad there with me or I probably would’ve given up a lot sooner. Now I just need to get him on board for the full Mary in October and I will be all set ; ) .
Let’s start from the beginning….
My wake up call was the ripe hour of 5:30, I needed enough time to feed Rylee or pump her a bottle if she wasn’t up yet. We wanted to leave the house no later than 6:30. After my close encounter at Meridian Dairy Days I needed plenty of time to spare.
This past Saturday I ran my first race since baby, and it was quite awesome despite how I thought it was going to go. I had this race on the calendar as my PR 5k race back when I was ambitiously making goals. Mind you, I was ambitiously making goals when I was 7 months pregnant and desperately missing running.
I was on the fence running the race up until noon the day before. I finally decided it was no big deal, I would get a solid run in a race environment. I went down to the running store and signed up. I had two options which was pretty cool, $5.00 sans tee shirt, or $20 to get a teeshirt. I took the cheaper option, especially because I was still doubting going.
This was an awesome race weekend! I was suppose to run the half marathon with my dad but I had to drop down to the 5K since I had maybe logged 10 miles total in training for this race. I will talk about the 5K but first I want to brag about how awesome my Dad is.
My Dad picked MMR, my mom and myself up from Robie Creek where I had just finished the toughest, longest half marathon of my life. I even puked, in front of everyone seconds after picking up my patch. When he picked us up, he told me that he was going to do a half marathon. I instantly went into planning mode, on when, which one, of course I’m going to do it with you, details! We knew that a fall half was going to be a good race time because there is a little bit of a lull in his work travel schedule and its right before basketball season starts.
Dad picked one of Hal Higdon’s training plans and stuck to it for 12 weeks, he even brought his running shoes to London! Fast forward to the day before the race, the weather was questionable, rainy, a little chilly, you know the stuff that shakes your nerves. We carbo loaded all day having Which Which for lunch and went over race day strategy. We had a 6:00 AM wake up call to make it to packet pick-up by 7:00.