It’s been a while since I’ve ran the Louisville St. Patrick’s Day 5K. It is definitely a favorite, but I skipped out on it last year since I had run a half marathon the weekend before. Louisville is usually dubbed the “kick-off” race to the Subway Challenge Series (which is the running series I have been participating in since 2009). While it may be billed as a “mostly flat” course, the other “mostly” consists of rolling hills. Mainly in the first 1-2 miles of the race. Having not been doing much consistent training as of late due to my knee being kind of a giant B (that’s another story for another day), I was not knowing what to expect. My goal was just to run a smart race. Run an even pace. And stay under 23 minutes.
It was not a great morning for running. The cold weather was, but the wind and rain/sleet was as welcome as the stomach flu (which knocked my Mom out from running this one). Running into old running friends was great. Seeing the Trex and his protege race walk like bats out of racewalking hell was great.
The race started with a single air horn. Right away, I knew it was not going to be my best run ever. My legs felt fine, but my lungs felt like they were full of hot ashes. AKA they burned. I cruised through the first mile marker in 7:03. Slow for my normal first mile, but there were also 3 rolling hills in the first mile as well. It was at this point that I realized my selection of outfit for the race was probably not the best. I was trying to look festive with my Nike Pro Capris, but the choice of bright pink Under Armour boy short underwear underneath was a terrible idea.
The end result, my pants kept falling down! I kept attempting to pull them up, but would grab my underwear instead and give myself a wedgie. I realize this is fantastically far too much information, but I like to think the pants struggle made me run a little slower or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. Whoever was behind me definitely saw some bright pink underwear for most of the race. Mile 2 clocked in as a 7:07 mile.
I was just trying to hold on at the end. Knowing you don’t have your best in you for a particular race can be frustrating, but pushing through it and finishing the best you can given the situation is what makes you a mentally tough person. Mile 3 clocked in as a 7:21 mile.
I rounded the corner of the school and pushed hard to the finish. Last 0.14 (because we all know my ability to run proper tangents is nil) was 6:56 pace.
Finish Time: 22:29 (7:15/mile)
Age Group 2/24
Moral of the story: they tell you to not wear new things for races for a reason. I never thought my inner battle would be falling pants. Lesson learned. Another lesson learned, when attempting to start barefoot running on the treadmill, it may be a good idea to consider socks or just generally obtaining calluses before starting.