Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Marti Estes 5k Race Report 4/20/13- #Run3rd For Boston
I'll admit it. I've become a bit of a running snob, more specifically a distance snob. I can't tell you how many times I've said or thought to myself that it's "only a 5k". It brings me back to last summer, when I was thrilled to do a 5k. I remember getting excited watching my times drop, from 40 minutes to 33 minutes. I wondered if I could get myself under 30 minutes. I did this last year, in November, when I finished a 5k in 29:54. Even though I've become something of a distance snob, it has been a desire of mine to defeat my 5k PR. I wanted to get in under 29 minutes. This was still a goal of mine about a month ago, after I completed an 8k in 51 minutes and some change. But my ITBS was still a thorn in my side, and I was doubting being able to run this race at all. To add to it, last week I realized this morning was going to be quite busy. My 4 year old had a soccer game, her last soccer game of this year. My husband was going to take her because I was registered for this race. He would bring our 8 year old son with him, but I didn't want him to have to take our 2 year old along, as she very much loves to chase her sister and the soccer ball. For my birthday a couple of weeks ago, I got a BOB stroller. I've been drooling over one for months and finally was able to score a very good deal on one locally, so we picked it up. I wanted to be able to walk or run during the week with our youngest. Since I've gotten it, I've taken her for a walk a few times, but have never run with it. With my knee still sitting nowhere close to 100%, I volunteered to take the baby(yes, she's 2, but she's the youngest, she's my baby) with me to the race. I figured she would help slow me down so I wouldn't push my knee too much. To be honest, I really liked the idea of the extra challenge. I psyched myself up for it all week. I had somebody offer to watch the baby instead of me having to take her, but I declined because I actually wanted to bring her with me. It just happened to rain all day Friday and by Saturday morning, my 4 year old's soccer game was canceled. I had every chance to leave the baby home with my husband, but again, I declined and decided to bring her with me. I headed downtown. The race was local to me, in fact it started in the parking lot of where my middle daughter attends preschool. I met up with an "old" friend. By old friend I mean someone I met when we first moved to North Carolina 4 years ago. We both have 4 year old daughters, born 8 days apart. I haven't seen her in a few years but she recently started running and we've signed up for a few races together.