My third 5K race is now in the books. And the books have a terrible finishing time next to my name.
I started out really strong – in fact I ran my fastest mile ever – just over 10 minutes (woot)! That is where my PR came into play.
I also cruised pleasantly through mile 2 with a just under 12 minute/mile pace. Then the stitch from hell buried itself into my left side and would not go away. I won’t even tell you how long it took me to do mile 3 because I’m that embarrassed.
I pretty much never get stitches in my side, so this was a really rare and unexpected occurrence. Then again a 10 min mile was also unexpected and the poor pacing on my part early on probably led to the stitch.
At this point I’m just trying to put everything after mile 2 out of my mind and focus on the positive parts of the race. Like how awesome I felt in mile 1 when I was practically flying by my standards!
Here I am at 5am thinking I must be crazy for getting out of bed on a Sunday this early:
While this 5K wasn’t the best for a lot of reasons, I can still be proud of the way it started. And, after all, I got to add another bib to my I Run This Town board:
The rest of the day I’m going to relax and start getting my mind prepared for the start of my half marathon training plan – which begins tomorrow!