Finish time: 23:52 (PERSONAL RECORD)
Placing: 231 out of 1076
178 out of 529 (male)
80 out of 195 (male division)
Finish time: 54:26
Placing: 274 out of 914
194 out of 439 (male)
88 out of 169 (male division)
I feel good after this race. It’s a fast course, so it’s a perfect opportunity to steal a PR on a 5K or 10K. Coming into this race I have set a PR in 2018 for each of the following distances: 10K, 10 Miler and Half Marathon. Today I added the 5K to that list, beating a time that I set back in 2006 when I was 23 years old (though in all fairness, I haven’t ran all that many 5Ks). So, if I PR a marathon this year, 2018 will be a banner year–one where I set a personal best for every standard race distance.
I took my lesson from last year and decided that I would not drive to this race. Last year I made the mistake of parking my car about a mile away from the start line. The set up of this race is such that the finish line is about a mile and a half down hill from the start. I didn’t want to walk too much, so just ubered there with plans to do the same back, but it turns out that Jess and Mini met me there (and drove) anyway. I was hanging out with an old friend the night before but called it an early one to make sure to get home early and get to bed. I got up at around 6:30am, called my uber at 6:50 and made it there with plenty of time to get my packet.
I had some time to kill before the start of the 5K, but I kind of just stood around and waited for it to start. I downloaded this podcast called Dissect and started listening to Season 1, which “dissects” the themes and meanings in Kendrick Lamar’s album “To Pimp a Butterfly.” It was really interesting, and I may have decided to listen to it for the duration of the runs, but I didn’t charge my headphones and they were bound to run out.
8:03 min/mile; 7:29; 7:36; [0:43]
The race starts off fast, faster than you think. I woke up with the plan to try and PR the 5K an to take it easy on the 10K. But I was surprised with how fast the first miles went on this course, even though I ran it last year. I guess that’s what happens when you descend about 300 feet over two miles. The first mile was slower due to the crowded field, but once I got separation, I felt like I was flying the whole race.
When I crossed the finish, I actually considered not doing the 10K. My stomach wasn’t feeling too great, but it wasn’t anything major, and I had a 10 mile run scheduled in my marathon training anyway, so I put that negative thought out of my mind and walked up the hill.
Not much to say here except that it takes a long-ass time to get up the hill and back to the start. I finished the 5K at a decent time and so I decided to walk back to the start for the 10K. I thought I had plenty of time but I made it back with under 10 minutes to go. I bet it’s stressful to try and get back if you run the 5K slower.
The 10K started within minutes after me getting back.
9:12 min/mile; 9:25; 8:05
I started the race with the intent of taking it easy. I didn’t have a particular pace in mind, but thought I’d run at a clip that didn’t feel too terrible. I was deliberately holding back the first mile and saw that it was still in the low 9s. Again, this isn’t a testament to my athletic skill, but rather an indication of how the downhill really helps you out. I stopped for a bathroom break at mile 2, and then when I continued, I found that the 8ish pace was comfortable.
8:17; 8:41; 8:51
Miles 4 to 6 started to suck. It was getting hotter and more humid and more sunny. You’re running on the highway and there’s no real relief from it. Once I got to mile 5, I told myself to slow down. By the end of mile 5, I was really looking forward to the finish line. I did plan better this time than last year. I got some decent sleep the night before, I brought a hat, I brought some water, I ate some gummies in between the 5K and 10K. So I didn’t feel dehydrated and exhausted like I did last year, so I was able to get through these miles without much trouble.
I was able to finish the race strong. When I got to the finish line, I saw Jess and Mini who both so kindly came to support me. Mini’s face was so precious. Jess told her that I was coming, and when I approached them, I could see her scanning the crowd for me. She spotted me right as I passed them, I gave them a quick wave, and then Mini cried a lot when I ran by because she thought I left her. It’s the kind of “sad but sweet” memory that I’ll always remember.
I finished, collected both my medals, and found Jess and Mini. We snapped a few pictures and then headed out. One the way home, we stopped at Sugar Shack to treat us to a donut, and then we got pupusas to take home for lunch.
Overall, a fantastic race. Some obligatory photos:
And look at the difference from last year to this year.