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3k Time Trial

Yesterday was set to be my debut track race of the season. My school was hosting an indoor track meet in our dome, and I was entered in the 3k. Last minute, the whole meet was cancelled! Unfortunately, my parents were already scheduled to come up for the weekend and watch me race. So in lieu of their visit, I decided to just run a one-(wo)man 3k on the track as a “time trial.”

3k time trial

Last year, my personal best 3,000 meter time at 7,000ft elevation was 10:50. (I’ve only run one 3k at sea-level, my junior year in high school in 10:37.) I wanted to run this time trial to compare my fitness level to one year ago. I’ve been training for just under 5 weeks after 5 weeks off from the December surgery. Before that, I had 6 weeks of running after 3 months off from the July surgery. Needless to say, I am not quite in my prime racing shape. I’ve been putting in the miles, speed workouts, strength workouts, extra ab and core sessions, and eating extra healthy.

3k shoes

When my parents arrived  Friday afternoon, I had the 300-meter indoor track all to myself for the 10-lap “race.” My dad stood at the lap counter with his stop watch, looking very official and calling out my splits. Even though it’s not a real race, I still get nervous! My stomach gets butterflies and I think about all the things that can go wrong. Since I was all by my lonesome on the track, I knew I would have to keep myself from over-thinking and getting mentally psyched out. I tried to convince my dad to let me run with my iPod; he said NOPE. (To which I responded, “Fine then you’ll just have to SING TO ME! He did not. Lame.)

3k bellI did not have a goal time because I honestly had no idea what I would be able to do. My laps were not very consistent, and half way through I let myself get a little doubtful of my own abilities. But I finished with a kick in 11:12 which I am considering acceptable. Nothing really impressive, but of course it could be much much worse. Knowing that I am within 22 seconds of the previous year’s best is still pretty positive and I KNOW that in a real race with my teammates, some competition, my coaches, spectators and a legitamate uniform, I’ll be able to knock off at least 12 seconds ;) Next weekend we shall find out!

Another reason my parents are in town is to celebrate my birthday! It’s not until Tuesday, but we are filling this weekend with festivities. Which I am off to right now! Have a great weekend and if you are in the snow storms too, stay safe & drink some coffee.

A Day at the Races

Cross Country races, that is! Yesterday, September 1st, was the first cross country meet of the season for my school. Here on our own home turf at one of the most beautiful parks! The weather couldn’t have been more cooperative: overcast and cool, slightly drizzly, the ultimate racing climate. I was on the sidelines, cheering my teammates on as they competed in the Women’s 5k and Men’s 8k. The course was all with-in a two-mile loop, giving us spectators plenty of chances to see the action!

Number One reason why cross country is such an awesome sport: you get the most amazing scenery! Tell me this is not a spectacular view:

The race was literally running through a field of flowers… Okay not really, but could you imagine?!

Of course I am extremely disappointed to be on the sidelines rather than the starting line. Naturally it is frustrating experiencing a set back that takes me from the sport I am so passionate about. However, my situation is temporary and I am grateful knowing that I have the rest of my life to run and race to my heart’s desire. (There will be plenty of these views and trails in my future!) When the swelling around the left side of my faces subsides, I can resume full physical activity. And you bet I will! Can’t wait to get back on the track with these ladies:

Pre-Surgery Race Picture

Today’s races were exciting, even as a spectator. There is so much adrenaline in the air! Seeing my teammates hit personal records made me so excited for returning to running, more anxious than ever. I even got a few “butterflies” in my stomach as they toe’d the line, despite the fact that I was not with them. It’s like my body misses the feeling.

Racing is about the whole experience. Not just the stuff in between the start and the finish. It starts the night before with the carbo-load. A dinner planned around compex carbohydrates and plenty of pasta! The next morning, a hearty breakfast of oats and bananas. Pull out the “lucky sports bra.” Hair in a high pony with school color ribbons. The pre-race jitters hit me about the time I get in the bus. Find an upbeat playlist on my ipod to get in the zone. Warm-up. Team cheer. Gun goes off….

A blur of people around you, pushing and elbowing through the pack. When the second half comes, the mental side of racing really kicks in. Before you know it, it’s the last mile. The kick, the finish, relief. Finally catching your breath, hands on your knees. And then there’s the post-race celebratory meal of whatever goodies you can get your hands on. I used to love goldfish crackers, grapes and smoothies :) Ahhhh memories.

The night ended off with a team trip to a frozen yogurt shop, which CAN be made healthy with all the great fruits and berries most self-serve shops have for toppings! Unless of course you just ran an intense cross country race……then you go ahead and have the peanut butter cups ;)


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