I've been dying to run a 5K since my last one and yet I always put them off because quite frankly, they scare the bajeezus out of me. I think most long distance runners feel this way. For some reason the 5K freaks us right out. Due to the balls to the wall style of running it's nerve racking. There is no "pace" and there is no "well I'll pick it up at the back half." It's a race that I'm in sheer panic about before the start. Nervous laughter and chatter abound. Oh and the PC's are on a whole new level.
This Turkey Trot 5K was no different.
First though...the back story.
A friend and I started a challenge somewhere before Ragnar and I'm not quite sure how it came about. All I know is that there was smack talking and it made me even more nervous for this 5K. Although, I of course, played it cool and had inner panic attacks. Ha ha.
So on Thursday morning I woke early and headed to the race which was held at a local high school. While driving, a good omen came by way of Eye of the Tiger on the radio. I sang nervously and stopped at McDonald's due to aforementioned PC's. Heh.
Once I got there I met up with P-Funk, Cay-See, Shorty Shorts, Pastor Paul, Cute K, Mike D and his gal W, a few others. We all milled about and did some warm up jogging. It looked like a nice sized race, although I couldn't really tell how many folks were there. I was happy to see that the finish brought you into the high school's track. And we all know how I love the track.
Our group headed to the start and the race director had folks who were fast move toward the front. This is where Shorty Shorts and Mike D left us. Damn speedies. Then the majority of us hung together toward the front but not quite as close as the 19 minute 5Kers. Actually I think this is where my buddy looked at me and said something to the effect of us being way too close to the front. I agreed but thought "oh well, they can just jump over my panting, dying body."
Kudos to all of my running buds who did amazing! Cute K had a PR and 1st in her age group, Mike D also had a PR (and was hungover). BRA represent!