This weekend kicked off with a Pacers Friday night 5K , a race distance these legs haven’t faced since August of 2010. While the competitive-me would have loved a good sprint through those flat 3.1 miles to replace an outdated PR, the still-sore-from-Bootcamp-me protested this notion.
Warning: while it may seem like a great idea to spend Friday night racing, first think about the fact that it’s in Virginia. Then think about whether or not you work outside of D.C.. Then remember that these 5Ks attract a lot of last-minute packet pick-ups (guilty). Then, rethink your decision to do this based on the time allotted. Just a thought.
I actually made it in time to stand in line, get my packet, drop off my bag on the “bag tarp” (bag check? No, that’d be too fancy. In the 5K planner’s defense, the bag tarp worked just fine), find Epod & MJ, ask about Ivan’s whereabouts and then head to Chipotle for a pit-stop. A lot can happen in 25 minutes.
The “fun run” mentality lasted all of one mile, until I realized that the next two miles would just have to be around 6:50-7:00 in order to get close to the PR. Had I dodged-and-weaved through the crowd more strategically in mile 1 (no easy task), this could’ve gone differently. 7:13 – 7:02 – 6:35 – 6:21 (0.1+)
Next time, the legs won’t be full of lactic acid. Next time, there will be a “21” starting that Garmin freeze shot.
We got cupcakes & sangria, courtesy of MJ, as a post-race treat. That is one Friday night I didn’t mind spending on the pavement!
In other news, I did something today that terrifies me – after a twenty month hiatus, my clipless road-bike shoes met their bike-pedal companions, once again.
Rather than jumping all-in right away, I decided to take my lessons learned and approach things differently. I took this one shoe at a time, literally.
One Nike Free, one clipless shoe. We rode out on Beach drive for thirty minutes; I practiced clipping in and out with my left foot, finally realizing that if I unclip with my pedal on the top (knee bent vs. leg straightened), it makes a world of difference.
Where was this knowledge two years ago?! Why had I never thought to ask D about this?? Oh hindsight, you’re a fickle friend.
After about 15 minutes not knowing which would come first – my stomach falling out or my left side hitting the road– I finally “got it”, and felt at ease. I finally relaxed and pedaled alongside D with confidence. I finally got back on that two-wheeled friend that I’ve been neglecting. Sweet victory – all body parts remained safely off the pavement!
For the ride home, I switched shoes (yep – I rode with a back-pack and two different shoes. So suave on this bike thang…), this time practicing on the right side. It was smooth sailing, and I managed to pull myself up Tilden to top it all off.
It felt good to see speed come from tired legs, it felt even better to be out for a bike ride, on a hot Spring afternoon, with D.
Any other tips, clip-less shoe pros? I’ll take any advice I can get. I refuse to let a pedal-shoe combination get the best of my ego.
Any other weekend warriors?