A few months ago, Jason and I signed up for a 5K.
I did this race last year and the year before. It’s always been one of my favorites because of the downhill aspect. I’m not going to lie; I hate running uphill and because I hate it, I tend not to do it. So my favorite races are always ones that are either flat or have a downhill.
I do think that calling this race the downhill is a bit of a misnomer because there is a slight incline right before Mile 2. I swear it feels bigger when you’re running it. However, that sweet downhill for the entire third mile sort of makes up for it.
I haven’t exactly been training for this race. When I signed up, I had these grandiose plans of doing tempo runs, speedwork and long runs each week. Umm, yeah, that didn’t happen. That’s not to say that I haven’t been running, because I have, but I really haven’t run more than 3.5 miles at a time. For some dumb reason, I always put a lot of pressure on myself to PR in every race that I do. It’s really pretty silly. I mean, I can’t run each consecutive race faster than the next, especially when I’m not really training to do so.
I went to the gym tonight with the intention of running three miles. It sucked. I felt super tired and awful the entire time. So much so that I only ran two miles and walked the last one. I’m not sure what this means for the race. Hopefully it was just a fluke but I guess we’ll see on Saturday. I need to learn, however, that not every run can be good and not every race needs to be my fastest.