My manager at work signed up our company team for a 5k in Pottstown....
Bets started flying left and right between co-workers to see who would beat who. Being the youngest of the group and an active runner, no one even attempted to place a bet against me. I only had Steve bet 50 cents and a facebook friend invite.
Being the idiot that I am, I totally overtrained when I decided to join a couple friends down at the Art Museum for a bootcamp workout. 30 sets of stairs, 2160 steps total, squats, pushups, more squats, more pushups, and a random set of jumping jacks for when my arms failed to push up. Initially I felt fine. I probably didn't hydrate enough after, or eat enough protein after, so I consequentially felt like SH** the next day. Thursday to race day and still a little bit to this day... my calves felt like they were going to explode. I could feel my muscles on a constant flex. Ugh... that was a bad decision.
Race Day... headed up with the gang, set my pacer, and went. The 2 guys on my team flew by at the start... Jon is a cyclist and Steve is a smoker, but athletic build nonetheless. They both never ran and quickly learned their lesson of pacing as I passed them a half mile in.
The race HURT. 50 degrees and 10-15mph winds. Allergies in the red zone.
My throat was so dry that when I tried to swallow, my throat stuck together and I gagged twice... an automatic reaction to try to get some saliva in there.
I pretty much ran next to a 12yr old the entire time. He'd sprint up, then jog and fall back.. over and over. In the end, he beat me.. of course.
1:24, 69th place, and 1st in my age group (19-24yrs).
Amazing that I ran track as a sprinter through my whole high school career and just now, am I finally receiving my first trophy. I'll take it. I guess I should have ran XC...
Post Race: allergies suck. brunch was delicious. Chipotle and a cold beer. yum