While we were on vacation, my dad and I ran in a local 5K so that we could count Florida as done. It was quite warm and we planned to take it easy with a 9 minute pace to start, working our way down to an 8:30 pace. We had no plans to PR, just a plan to run a nice race together near the ocean. It was a beautiful, flat race, on a big sidewalk along the beach.
There were no chips and it was a small group, so we started very near the front. When the announcer yelled “go”, we just went with the crowd. Apparently it was a fast crowd.
At the half mile point, I realized we were at a 7:30 pace. Oops. I told my dad that I wouldn’t mind puking at the end, but I’d prefer not to do it mid-race. We slowed down and ended up finishing mile 1 in a little over 8 minutes. They actually had two waterstops and I grabbed a water at the first one. I nearly choked myself on it, so we decided to not stop at the second one. At the turnaround, we were at 12:40ish. We figured we could keep pushing and manage a 13 minute return and I’d have a PR.
The second half of the race was a bit harder, but my dad always manages to find reserves, just when I feel like I’m done. No way was I going to be left behind, so I kept pushing. We even managed to pick up the pace and race the last .1 into the finish line.
A new PR of 25:40 AND I was 3rd in my age group (just missed the top 10 for women overall) AND Dad was 1st in his age group! Woot! We came in to the finish together, but they wrote him down first, so I still haven’t beaten him in a race. ;o)
Lots more vacation pictures and stories to come, but I’m still tired from our 8 hour delay at the airport. I know Glaven needs to know what I drank while I was gone, I need to post the picture from the seriously fun meetup with Jess and her hubby, Jerry, and even a little bit of talk about the other running we did and my trip on the “yack yacht” with Beer Geek out to the Dry Tortugas.