On Thanksgiving morning, I ran the Thundercloud Subs 5 mile turkey trot. You may recall that this race is where my midlife running hobby all began; two years ago, on a lark, I decided to head down to my sister’s Thanksgiving meal in San Antonio a day early, spend the night in Austin, and run 5 entire miles on Thanksgiving morning.
At the time, I had never participated in a race besides walking the Heroes for Children 5k with my family every year. I can’t recall how, exactly, I got it into my head that I should run for 5 miles, but 4 5ks, 3 10ks, and 4 half marathons later, I’m still training.
I remember feeling so nervous at that 2013 turkey trot; I had no idea if I could sustain a jog for 5 miles. It seemed outrageous at the time, to run for nearly an hour without walking. When I began training, I (literally) could not run for more than few minutes at a time without walking.
I have to admit, I was entirely confident going into this race that I would PR. I mean, how could I not PR?! Sure, I’m two years older, but I’ve been running solid for two years since the last time I ran the course.
Race day dawned muggy and humid. So much so that it began pouring on us as we waited for the start. All 21,000 of us, according to the MC.
It always takes me a mile or so to get warmed up in a race, so I wasn’t particularly concerned with the first mile, when I felt heavy and slow. My split, at 10:13, was perfection (I was shooting for an average of 10:15 min/miles). Clearly I was running better than I felt. Surely I would feel better once I got warmed up.
It never got better.
I’m not sure if it was the humidity or the Wednesday night margarita at Guero’s or the ramped up half marathon training, but unlike two years ago, when I felt positively euphoric at the finish, it hurt the entire damn race.
I still PRd, by 1:20, but I expected to run it much faster.
Next up, a January half marathon in Houston.