I had heard some of my former colleagues had done this race last year and it looked pretty amazing, but unfortunately I had another commitment that day. So this year, no matter how early we’d have to wake up, we were determined to do it! It was also going to be Fernando’s first race of 2014. He has been doing a lot of physical therapy to get his glutes and IT band and everything strengthened so he can run without fear of injury. 5K is a good distance for a person making an injury comeback! Continue reading
Most fun 5K dance party ever!
Last Friday, a bunch of crazy people born in the 80’s (and a few a little after and before) went out to middle of nowhere Brooklyn to boogie our glowing selves 5K away to the dance party. And that we did.
After dashing off from work in running gear, I met my friends – one who was super awesome and brought me a wig, angel wings, and shared all her glowy things! We lined up while dancing to the DJ and watching the crazy costumed entertainment dance and throw glow sticks to the crowd. At 8pm we were off! Down the lit up paths, across a field of rockin’ music and glam. I sorta felt like Jem!!!
A fun 5K through hilly Washington Heights
A few Sunday’s ago, I participated in the Coogan’s Salsa 5K race. Now, with my marathon training in mind, I really had no business doing a fun 5K. But Fernando and I signed up thinking we’d run it together, yet with his fracture, it became a one-woman show.
The best thing about this race was that it was in Washington Heights, a place I am not familiar with and certainly not on my training run radar. There is a certain excitement about running in unknown territory. Described as “hilly” on the NYRR website, I settled on not looking to PR, and just have fun. I didn’t bring headphones and planned to listen to the bands along the way. There was an Irish party somewhere in the hood afterwards but I wasn’t planning to participate in that because I had VIP guests coming over for lunch and they were bringing steaks. 😀
My first race on the West Coast, and I made them remember me!
I went to San Francisco to visit my mom and sister and it was a trip I won’t soon forget! Not only was it super fun – spending time with my mom (even having some sake together!), shopping with sis, wine tasting in Sonoma and Napa Valley, exploring the city, etc. – but I also got to participate in a race! I really wanted to race with my mom and sis cheering, and cheering they did! They both woke up super early to come to the race, my mom even scoped out the fastest way to drive there from her apartment beforehand, and with their help, it ended up being a new personal record for me, as well as a new medal for my collection for winning 2nd place overall for women!
I am a lucky girl to be back to racing and back on track!
I finished my first real race since my back injury, and in my own neighborhood to boot! Even though I posted the last post about my pre-race thoughts after I actually ran the race, it sure put things into perspective, and it’s all bright and shiny. Yay!
After the proper whole wheat pasta and Papi-recipe tomato sauce for dinner the night before the race, I went to bed with the jitters. I kept having mini dreams about the race which kept waking me up (all of which I can’t remember the details now, unfortunately). I definitely woke up at 3am-ish feeling dehydrated despite the bottle of water I drank before bedtime and I convinced myself not to get up, that it wasn’t a real feeling, knowing that if I physically got out of bed, I would be up for the next three hours without sleeping.
Why was I so nervous? Afterall, 5K is not super far for me anymore. But I really worried about my time and what would happen if I felt I didn’t ‘perform’ well. Would I be upset and blame it on the hard week? Would I cruise through the race with an unimpressive time but feeling like all smiles? I really had no idea what I would do when the time came.
I finally went back to sleep only to wake up as I usually do before a lot of races, with the race blues. I didn’t feel like running. Why push yourself to race when training is just fine as far as health is concerned? Why risk feeling bad (or good)? And, as always, I ignored these thoughts and got my gear on. Fernando also got ready and we got out of the door at 7:30am.
This was the first race since the injury, and it was also the first race that was in my neighborhood that I have participated in. It was super awesome to simply walk and warm up to the Start Line, and see all the runners coming out of the woodwork like cockroaches and head to the same place. It was also the best ever that I didn’t have to wake up 3 hours before the race to subway and bag check and all that. Continue reading