On the brisk Saturday morning of February 9th, I drove to Elm Street near the start of Cupid’s Crawl 5K. This was my 2nd race in my quest to run 120 race miles in 12 months to raise funds for PD research. I was a little nervous, however — always seem to be no matter if I’m running 3.2 miles or 13. What made this even more nerve racking was a photographer with The Daily Reflector was meeting me so pictures could be taken for an article that’ll run later (post to follow). I had a special 120 miles shirt made, but I completely blundered in ordering it. It’s a DO NOT TUMBLE DRY type of shirt. Anyone who knows me well, knows if it can’t go in the dryer it will likely only be worn once. Ha! So needless to say, I washed AND dried the shirt & what happened? It shrunk. But I knew this guy was gonna be at this race to photograph me specifically for 120 miles, so I knew I had to put it on. I stretched it out as best I could, but it was still a little too tight for my liking. I wore it anyway. I am now regretting that decision (see Article post to come later — ugh).
Anyway, after having a few pics snapped of me, I ran into Emily Wynn who I’ve chatted with numerous times but had yet to meet in person. So excited to finally meet her. This was her very first 5K — super proud of her & her son for running. 🙂 We lined up together at the starting line…ok, the BACK of the starting line. I started in the front 1 time & I will NEVER do that again. All those people passing me totally killed my mental game. I’d rather pass than be passed. Sorry.
Soon the race was off. I started out slow, staying with Emily for about half a mile, when all of a sudden that really good “this is awesome” feeling kicked in & I just took off. I wasn’t setting out to win anything or set a PR (personal record), as the course is a little tough with 2 good hills one of which is in the last mile. I just kept pushing with the iPod going full blast. Don’t ask me what type of music I listen to because my answers will likely have you dying with laughter. Maybe I’ll save that for another post.
So I get to the last mile & I look at my Garmin & notice I’m doing rather well — better than expected. I round out of Ragsdale neighborhood onto 14th street & see my parents waving at me from Peppermint Park. That gives me the boost I need for the last mile….because I HATE that last mile. Any last mile. I don’t care where it is, if it’s mile 4 or mile 13, flat, hilly, cold, hot, rainy or dry…I hate it with a deep passion. I’m very resentful of that last mile & wish it had come a mile sooner.
I hit the last hill & I’m giving all I can. Keep checking the Garmin — close to a PR. I push & turn onto Elm & the home stretch. I cross the finish line at 27:44 chip time. I think this is a new PR (I recently found out it isn’t — my PR is 27:40 at Bright Night 5K last May). I’m ecstatic with my time. Placed 5th in my age group too. 🙂 No award, but it’s a big improvement for me.
So I’ve now completed 6.2 miles of my 120 mile journey. Still training for the Tobacco Road Half Marathon on March 17th & it looks like I should have no problem meeting my time goal of 2:10. Training is going really well. Had a short set back of 6 days due to the flu, but I bounced back just fine.
Please don’t forget your donations are desperately needed. Help fund Parkinson’s research through the Michael J. Fox Foundation by visiting my fundraising page here. I receive none of these funds & all of my race expenses are paid for by myself.