Attention all: We have a 5K PR to report! And it isn’t mine…
To continue with the holiday 5K trend, Brendan completed his second race ever on Thanksgiving. (See Race #1: St. Patrick’s Day).
In March, we ran a 33:09 with an average pace of 10:41 minutes per mile.
On Thursday, we ran a 29:19 with an average pace of 9:27 minutes per mile.
That’s a whopping 3 minutes and 50 seconds (I think…I’m bad at math. Don’t judge me.) chopped off his first 5K time on the same course a short 8 months ago. Even though he didn’t technically train for it. Jerk. (Kidding!) I’m so proud!
The first mile was spent dodging people – it was a small race of about 2,000 people, but the start is always super congested. (I guess maybe the huge hill came into effect there too…) Therefore, I’d like to think he could have taken more off his time. He’ll be back to attempt that, I’m sure. Wink wink.
Earlier that day – we woke up early on Thanksgiving to a beautiful sunny morning. Brendan put on his “running outfit” (same clothes from the St. Patrick’s Day 5K) and blasted some sweet pump-up music. Rocky soundtrack, anyone? We stretched, we hydrated…I’ve never felt more prepared for a 5K.
Our roommate Aaron and his girlfriend Emily also joined us for their first race! So exciting. No one would run from our house to the start with me though (TOO MUCH RUNNING they said), so we drove the mile-ish down the road, got our bibs and t-shirts and huddled in the warm car until about 5 minutes before the start. Everyone they saw running before the race was deemed an “overachiever”. Rookies!! (Kidding guys. Love you long time.)
Small races and running with friends are the BEST THINGS EVER. I definitely saw them all smiling WHILE RUNNING. I plan to get each of them hooked on running and there’s nothing they can do about it. It’s going to happen. Just go with it, guys.
Brendan and I ran together the whole time (except on the super huge hill around mile 1.5; he killed me and I had to catch up at the top). Every time I tried to talk to him he gave me an “I’m in the zone” signal so eventually I stopped talking, except to excitedly tell him he was on pace to PR. As we were finishing and the crowd was cheering our names (not really) he sprinted across the finish beat me by half a second. Psh. Rude.
Once everyone finished, we walked the 100 meters to the car and were home in 5 minutes. Minus the time we spent taking jumping pictures.
And THEN, since I missed her at the Turkey Trot, Ashley came over and brought me this:
I was lamenting the other day about how I can’t 312 anywhere but Chicago. Naturally Ashley knows all about these sorts of things and found some for me. (Easily – apparently she sees it all the time.) Best thing ever. (Oh, I already said that earlier? Well it’s my blog and I can have two best things ever. Done and done.)
The rest of the day involved a delicious Thanksgiving lunch with wonderful company (AT A (sort-of) FARM! HOME SWEET HOME!)…and the Jets game. Which we won’t even talk about. Yikes, guys.
Overall though, a pretty perfect Thanksgiving. I missed my family of course but am so lucky to have great friends to spend it with.
Did you turkey trot? How was your Thanksgiving? Are you a suffering Jets fan? Tell me!