Automattic 5K

This morning, I “ran” a 5K with a few of my coworkers. I say “ran” because altitude, man. And hills. Mountains, even. So while my time wasn’t great, I had a great time chatting with my coworker Carolyn, which is exactly what we did for the 5K last year. Tradition!

Molarthon ’03

So on the spur of the moment, I decided to do a 5K yesterday in Audubon Park. Here’s the report I posted to the drs list:

So here’s my race report for the Molarthon ’03 5K.

(and DON’T SKIP TO THE BOTTOM! that’d be cheating!)

…I get to Audubon Park at about 8:45 am, the race starts at 9. I register, use the restroom, and then go line up. It’s a small race, and I line up in the middle, behind the obvious walkers but behind the speedy runners. It’s warm, 70 degrees, sunny, a little humid – great weather for a picnic, but not ideal when one is trying to break a PR. (33:38, for the record, set at the Fat Boy 5K back in April.)

So the gun goes off, I start to run. Not too fast, not too slow. The great thing about doing a 5K in this park is that I’m very very familiar with it. I know where all the quarter mile splits are painted on the path, so I can easily see how I’m doing (since there isn’t anyone calling out mile splits). I hit the first quarter mile in 2:35. Whoops, a bit faster than I wanted, but it feels fine. I wanted to stick with 2:45 for 11 minute miles. I slow down a tiny bit and finish the first mile in 10:33. Dang!

I’m getting hot, blah blah blah. The turnaround is at 1.55 miles, which is kind of a pain because the middle mile splits are kinda weird. There’s water at the halfway point, and the guy giving out water gives it to the two people in front of me, but not me. Nice. So I try to grab some off the table, can’t get a hold on any. Spill.

Ooops. The guy apologizes and hands me some. I manage to toss a bit in the direction of my mouth. Fine. Two point one miles comes at 22:30, that’s a 11:57 1.1 mile. Whatever that means. I have a little over 11 minutes to finish with a PR and I’m hot. And breathing hard.

But I think of Julia and that I’m not going to die or anything! I think of what EB said too. So I push on.

I pass a woman who is thin. Yay! (I’m not thin, nowhere close, so this is a small victory for the erm, “large-boned” among us.)

Next three quarter miles in under 2:45. This is good. I might PR by a few seconds. Better than nothing, I figure.

Nearing the end. I look at my watch. I speed up, somehow. (I can collapse when it’s over, just get to the end, dangit!)

I see the clock. It still says 32:xx. I’m not very far!

Gaaa! Now I’m excited! I get to the finish line at 33:09. yay! yay!

yay! Last mile in 10:40! Dang! Woah!

Now I think I’ll definitely PR in the 2 mile race on Dec 13. Just my first and last miles add up to a PR, and maybe then it’ll be even cooler.

This was a great race, not just because of my new PR, but also because of the goody bag. This being the Molarthon, and put on by the New Orleans Dental Hygenists Association, I got two nice toothbrushes, three things of toothpaste, floss out the wazoo, listerine, etc, etc. Ya!

After the race, George, Polly, Colin and I went to Abita Springs to the Abita brewery tour. It was very fun – and lots of free beer. We got there, they let you into the taproom, drink, drink, drink, then tour (which was maybe 15 minutes) then back to the taproom, drink, drink, drink. As I was the driver, I didn’t drink as much as the others, but it was nevertheless fun fun fun. We went and ate at the Abita Brewpub, appropriately enough, after the tour.