Last Saturday I ran my first race of the year, as I posted in my races for the new year. It was a 5K benefiting the Run to Home Base organization that helps veterans and their families. From what I’ve read about this program, it’s based out of Boston, which is why there is a Florida race – at the Red Sox Spring Training center! JetBlue Park is a fairly new facility (I don’t know, I’m not big on sportsballs) and is kind of surrounded by a school and some office buildings. Not the best scenery to run in, but it was still nice.
My alarm went off on Saturday morning and I was immediately exhausted. I never sleep the night before any race, so this one was no different. I had coffee and oatmeal for breakfast, but took some water for my drive since I was pretty sure hydrating at happy hour the night before wasn’t going to be good enough. I was very right about that.
I got the field early for packet pick-up since I wasn’t able to do so the night before and I live about thirty minutes from the park. It was a cold morning, meaning it was less than 60 degrees. I’d chosen my Skirt Sports Pocketopia Capris and a Captain America tank (because heroes), but I also left the house with two jackets on over my tank because, hello, I’m a born and raised Floridian and I’m cold.
After I picked up my packet I warmed up in the car and listened to one of the books of The Raven Cycle that I had been listening to (hey, read these books). Opening ceremonies were held before the race with different speakers inside the stadium.
It was truly a beautiful morning, perfect for a little race! The start was late. Well, later than scheduled but I got off to a pretty strong start. I’d ran a couple of races since Chicago but nothing too intense. I felt like starting the year with a race and having a few more planned for the year would help with me wanting to train and run more. I had a solid 11:00 mile for the first mile, which is pretty much my best mileage, haha. I’ve got little legs and they just don’t go very fast sometimes, but I was really happy with that time! Once I hit the mile mark I started to feel a little dehydrated and stopped for water. I took some walk breaks after the first mile, so my time definitely suffered.
Sometimes it is so apparent how your diet plays into your performance. I ate terribly the night before, even though I knew I had a race, and I definitely suffered after my first glorious mile. On my walk breaks I texted with Michelle because she was out on a little training run, too. It had started to warm up and I was absolutely regretting eating ice cream the night before!
This summer when I was training for Chicago and struggling I started listening to books instead of music, so that helped me stay focused on the task at hand. The race was small, but there was never really a lag in the crowd where I wasn’t alone. The course was nice and shady and by the time we’d looped around to come back to the stadium I didn’t even realize we were almost finished!
Coming into the stadium was fun. As much as I’m not a huge sports fan, I still like to see cool stuff. We came in behind second base and ran up the length to third to the finish line. There were cameras there so I put on my best “I’m not dying, I’m having a great time!” smile and prepared to cross the finish.
My overall time wasn’t my best 5K, but I was still pretty proud of myself for getting out there on a Saturday after a long week of wrangling children. After we crossed the finish line we had a chance to take a picture running over home plate. It happened quickly and mine turned out pretty cheesy! I’m not even close to home plate in it and I just look silly.
Since I ran alone I asked a random girl to take my picture after and a stranger made a comment about it being a “Facebook/Instagram post” which it, of course, was. That comment kind of put a damper on my whole experience because it felt so negative about sharing your accomplishments. Sure, people don’t have to know every little thing you do, but I had a lot of people text and ask me how my race went. There are so many people that have been part of my “learning to be an athlete” journey and I love to share my wins. I posted it, of course, but then took to Twitter to complain, as one does. We should be proud of every little accomplishment, from marathons to 5Ks to getting out of bed in the morning. Heck, I know I’m always trying to do better with that last one.
Have you done any races to far this year? I’d love to hear about them!
It’s GOOD to share our accomplishments! Heck, it’s an Instagram/Facebook/AND A BLOG POST picture. Bring it, stranger. We don’t mess. And by the way, we’ll be taking A TON of pictures in Miami so hopefully randoms are prepared for that.
Also, you rock!
Yes! I can’t wait!
I have so many thoughts! Okay, first, I totally know what you mean about how some races make it SUPER obvious that diet/hydration play a key role in running. Some races I can seem to do well despite poor choices the night before, and some races totally kick my butt for it.
I have been working really hard on being more confident in taking Instagram/FB pics without caring if people see me stopping and posing on a run. My thought process (that I am trying to truly believe and live by) is that 1) part of my identity and personal brand as a human being is that I’m a runner and I like to catalogue my runs and inspire others through that. No one shames me for reading in public or listening to music, and taking pics of a different hobby of mine is no different! 2) Everyone does it, and it’s pretty ubiquitous and acceptable these days! 3) Part of my “job” as an ambassador is that I show off my neat running outfits; people may judge me for taking pics, but I am fulfilling a contract by doing so…and sometimes I feel like if someone commented on it, I would be like “I’m a model for Skirt Sports and this is my job” just to shut them up! lol
Anyway. I’m sorry that put a damper on the day…but I’m glad you got out there and had a good race, and I’m looking forward to the rest of your 2019 season!
I was seriously considering saying something along those lines! It was just so random and weird. Dudes always want to tell you to smile, but when you do they get shitty about it.
Yes. So damn true.