First race of the season
I ran a 5k on Sunday morning. Luckily the sun was out and the thermometer hit forty-five degrees Fahrenheit. Right after the race finished the wind picked up and the clouds blew in.
I drank six beers the night before, pounded three glasses of water before going to bed at two, and felt fine. The race was at ten in the morning.
I ran 20:06 by the clock, probably a few seconds faster by the chip. According to the calculator, that works out to a 6:29 pace. Slightly faster than I’ve been training. I ran the first mile in a little over six minutes. I didn’t mean to do that. It happens. The splits went something like this: 6:10, 7:00, 7:06 (last 1.1 miles). Slow by high school standards, but fast considering I’ve run no more than three times a week on the treadmill for the past few weeks.
Next up: banditing the Shamrock Shuffle. I hope to run 6:20 pace for five miles.