Good morning! IN an attempt to not be sad that the holiday weekend is over, I thought I would do a race recap of the Turkey Trot Bobby and I ran on Thanksgiving morning.
When my alarm went off at 6:00, I seriously considered just not getting up. I knew once I was up I would be fine, so I forced myself out of bed and to the kitchen for some coffee. We got ready to go, and left the house at 7:00.
It was a beautiful day, sunny about 50 degrees. We made it to the little downtown area where the race was being held, and went to register.
Yes, those are people dressed up like giant bananas, and yes, they danced for us.
They had nice long sleeved shirts for us, but they ran out of small so I have to go pick mine up next week after they order some more. We warmed up a bit, put on our bibs, and then it was 8:00!
I was a little nervous about how I was going to hold up for this race. I have been battling a foot injury that I wasn’t convinced I had seen the last of. Due to said foot injury, I had run a total of 12 miles in 3 weeks. Very slow miles. I haven’t run a 5k since the spring nor worked on speed since then, since I have been focusing on half marathons. Also, the registration form stated it was “a challenging out and back course” which could only mean one thing, hills.
I told Bobby to have a good race and we took off! I paced myself well in the beginning and didn’t let myself just take off. We went down a long street then turned a corner toward the beach and started to go downhill. Crap. This meant when we were exhausted coming BACK up the street it would be all uphill. I made it down to the beach road, and I was feeling really good. We ran along the beach (where I run often) and right before the turn around I spotted Bobby. I was probably only a minute or so behind him and still feeling good. I made it back to the other road turning back north and got warm so I unstrapped my Garmin to roll up my sleeve…and I dropped my Garmin, so I had to stop, run back and go get it. oops.
I hit the first uphill and got an immediate familiar pain in my left foot. AAARRRGGHH! The stabbing pain did not let up for the rest of the race unfortunately. I was really loosing steam having to go up these dang hills, and I knew it was killing my time. I finally made the last turn back onto the street the race was on and I could see the finish line. I thought “wow I must be so close since I can see it, I am going to PR!” Well…how deceptive. It is a LONG street. I kept running…and running…and it took forever to get to that dumb finish line. I was sprint/hobbling as fast as I could and managed to finish in 28:20, just a few seconds off of my PR. I was a little frustrated because I knew my foot slowed me down and I really wanted to PR and run a 5k injury free for once!
I caught up with Bobby who ran right at a 25:00 (he has run maybe 3 times in 2 months?) We got some water and a banana (of course, but not one of the dancing ones.) and hung out in the sunshine waiting for the results.
Much to our surprise, Bobby placed third in his age group…and so did I!
I was very very shocked but pleasantly surprised.
We headed back to the car, took a couple more pictures, and headed home for some cooking and eating!
tweeting about the race. I definitely did not tell him to take that one. Thanks dear.
So now, today, I am going to call a doctor about going to get my foot x rayed. I have to find out what’s going on here.
QOTD: Did you turkey trot Thursday? Or race this weekend?