The next morning we all four went to the Our Kids 5k. This was the inaugural race put on by a local church and they allowed strollers in the race! This was my very first race with Eloise and it was so much fun! As always, she was a trooper and didn't fuss at all - not even when she missed her morning nap! I ran my fastest stroller miles to date with my splits being 9:32, 8:58, 8:24. I finished in 28:06 and won first in my age group. That was a fun little surprise.
|Just finished the Our Kids 5k with my girl|
|Mom and Eloise won first in their age group!|
All goals were realized and I had a wonderful time. This race is such a favorite of mine because it is a huge community event and I always see running friends, work friends, church friends - everyone seems to come out for this event. I ran hard, but probably not as hard as I could have. I'm not sure why. I started WAY too far in the back and that was my first mistake. My splits were all over the place and the first 4 were not even close to what I wanted. 8:31, 8:11, 8:35, 9:00, 7:59, 7:40. What in the world? My watch time said 51:44. My chip time said 51:31. My gun time said 52:13 (ugh). At first I was happy with all of that. But since the race I have become more and more dissatisfied. I expected more out of myself, in truth.
On Friday I ran 9 miles behind my stroller. And before that I had 3 days of 7 miles - most behind the stroller. I had a 45 mile week following a 43 mile week. I just expected all of that it equal more than 52 minutes in a 10k. But what am I going to do about it? I'm not sure. Jason says I need at least one workout a week that is fast - speed or tempo. He's right. But am I willing? I usually am for a week or two and then I slack off. I'm more interested in high mileage numbers, an hour+ of exercise a day, not wearing myself out too much so I can't be a good mom to Eloise, yard work, house work, new recipes...
In essence, when I'm not racing I'm content with my daily stroller jogs around town. When I am racing, I'm aggravated that I couldn't/didn't/wouldn't do more.
And then I'm annoyed with myself for letting my 10k time put a damper on what was a wonderful, excellent, fun, special, amazing long weekend with my family. What kind of ingrate am I for that?
We closed out the weekend with some BBQ from my favorite local place and Eloise got a little something fun to start off her summer. Who cares about a 10k time when there is a precious bathing beauty like that in the back yard!