Posts Tagged ‘5k’
… as in “feel like”. I started feeling a bit of a scratch in my throat on Sunday, but ignored it. It was still there Monday morning, which was also when I couldn’t figure why I felt like I hadn’t slept at all. My throat got progressively worse as the day went on, as did how I felt. Yesterday, I had a fever, still had the sore throat and still felt like shit warmed over. Today, pretty much the same, but at least no fever. I’m going to the minute clinic to get a throat swab and to get some antibiotics. I’ve been using my sinus irrigater (sp?) every morning and night — and this morning, I coughed up some pretty nasty gunk from the back of my sore throat after irrigation. Hence the decision to go to the dreaded clinic. I go to the minute clinic at CVS for things like this because it’s so damn hard to just show up at my doctor’s office and get in to see her spur of the moment. Plus, if this is strep, I don’t have time to wait until July for an appointment.
Tomorrow? It’s the Track Shack Corporate 5k in downtown Orlando at 7:15pm. My office has been planning on participating for over six months. I designed our team shirt. Am I running? I have no earthly idea at this point. I feel tired just getting up out of my chair. The SO has threatened to keep me at home if things don’t significantly improve. If I can’t go and run, I will be extremely disappointed and pissed. I need a punching bag. Except, I don’t know if I have enough energy to punch anything.
Speaking of crap, we had the godson this past weekend. Well, actually, Friday evening through Saturday afternoon we had him. He’s always great; he’s 2 and-a-half but has the greatest attitude and always seems to be in a good mood. The poor thing got the shits on the way as we were taking him home to his mommies. We had to pull over and change him twice. (The car smelled like baby shit until yesterday.) Just as we pulled into their subdivision, he pooped again. This time, it was massive. We zoomed in, got him out and handed him over, crapped pants and all. 
Actually, once we got inside their house, I volunteered to change him (I’m a saint, apparently). With me in front removing his pull-ups, his one mommy on one side and the SO on the other, we all said a collective, “WHOA!” as the pants came off. There was poo all the way up to the poor kid’s navel. I think I used an entire container of wipies getting him cleaned up.
So although there’s been a lot that’s been going on around here, at this point, I’m too poopy (as in attitude and general overall feeling) to write about it. Maybe I’ll get around to it later, post-antibiotic. For now, send good ju-ju so I can run the 5k tomorrow night!
The Lady TrackShack 5k was held this past Saturday morning. It was clear, sunny and brisk. The course was through tree-line neighborhoods and over cobblestone streets along the areas surrounding Mead Garden in Winter Park. The trees protected the runners from the consistent 16 mile-per-hours winds that were buffeting the Orlando area. There were some nice “hills”, one water area and a nice neighborhood lady offering free coffee out in front of her house. They even had an all-girl live band playing great music as we ran out and as we returned to the finish.
This race had starting corrals based on pace-per-mile; it also included walkers. It relied on the common sense and good intentions of the runners and walkers as to which corral they chose. You can see where I’m going with this. There were no race officials gently encouraging anyone to get into the correct starting corral. Hence, those of us who did line up correctly at the end of the 9 minute-per-mile corral [based on our pace-per-mile] found that once the race did get going, we had to literally run at a 13+ minute-per-mile pace as we bobbed and weaved to get around walkers who lined up in the 7 and 8 minute-per-mile corrals. I had originally decided that for this race I was going to try running negative splits. Alas, that was not to be as I wasted quite a bit of energy trying to get out to open road that never materialized.
Having sinuses and lungs full of left over gunk from that virus we came down with last week didn’t help either. But I’ve found that my lungs have an almost super resiliency thanks to running and that even though I was aware of the crud in there, it didn’t cause me much grief and certainly didn’t keep me from running. The air was chilly, as it was in the low to mid 50s, and there was little to no humidity — that can tear up some lungs — and I saw several young women breathing hard and wheezing, but I felt good and my breathing wasn’t an issue.
Here are my stats, via my Garmin:
Distance Time Total Time Pace
1 Mi 10:41.1 10:41.1 10:42
2 Mi 10:32.11 21:13.21 10:33
3 Mi 10:41.14 31:54.35 10:42
0.2 Mi 1:49.52 33:43.87 9:08
I’m a member of the Big Pants Family!
I find that when running, I generally look way better in my head than I actually do in reality. Photographic evidence has time and again proven this out for me.
The course seemed a little long, but it was really enjoyable. There were 2077 women participating. I came in 86th out of 235 in my age group [45 - 49]. It definitely wasn’t my best 5k, but it also wasn’t my worst.
