|Nice shirt again this year|
I parked there and walked over to get my race number at the brewery. I saw Jeremy helping with packet pickup, and then I talked to Karen for a bit. I saw Paul and some of the other EPT racers. Then I decided it was time to get changed. I walked back over to the car and pinned my number onto my race singlet. Grabbed a gel and drank some water, hid my key and I was off on a warmup.
I actually didn't feel that bad on the warmup. I mean it was at a 8 min pace, which is what usually do. After the warmup, I did some pickups back behind the start line to stretch out my legs and get used to the pace. I was feeling OK when I toed the start line. It was a nice morning, about 50 degrees. Really perfect for a 5K. We listened to Emily's incredible rendition of the National Anthem. They gave us a countdown, and we were off.
I knew the first mile was fast from last year. Especially the first part. I split a 5:20 opening mile last year. So I was pushing really good. It really felt bad. And not like normal bad. Like my whole body just ached. I was kinda hoping it would settle in, but I came through the first mile and split a 5:33. Right then I knew I was pretty much off my game. I mean (what seemed like) more effort for a slower split.
Then after the first mile you start coming up to the turn off of Tryon Street. Then at a slight hill, I was just like ooof. This is getting bad. I started getting passed. I tried to push and it felt like I was, but the pace was just not coming. More pain in the second mile coming back on the light rail trail. I split a 6:25. So now I'm like running a slower pace than I averaged for the ENTIRE half marathon at Corporate Cup a few weeks ago.
Now in the last mile, I'm like, is this thing over yet? As I come down near the end of the rail trail, Laurent passes me. Great. Then as we make the turn at New Bern Station, I see Jen yelling at me. We start to make the weave around back to the brewery and CA is there as well cheering people on. I tried to push to the end and catch someone. Anyone. But the body would just not have it.
|Speed (haha) and Cadence|
After I came across, I grabbed some water and just sat on a rock for a few minutes. I was pretty tired. I grabbed a banana and some more water. I obviously didn't win Masters again, but I was able to win my age group. But then again, this race is less about place than it is about friends.
Eventually I found the Epoch/Performance Therapy Team people and we all got in line for our free beer. The beer actually tasted pretty good at that point. I do like me some Golden Boy. So we hung out for a bit until the awards, and walked over there. Many (most?) of the EPT crew got awards. I got a really nice pair of Balega socks and a $20 gift card to Omega Sports (are they still open?). After that everyone pretty much started to head out. I walked back to the car and headed home myself.
|Still got got Stuff!|
|Me with the EPT Crew!|