It was my 30th race of the year: incredible.
It was my 90th run of the year: not bad.
I am less than 15 road miles from my annual mileage goal.
I don’t count treadmill miles, that is just pathetic.
Only road miles are good miles.
My first 5k in two months.
So, despite everything, the first mile was awful.
There was nothing wrong, I just had no energy.
Now, I must confess, that I ran, on one day’s rest… very rare for me.
My weight was creeping up towards the 200 mark.
The test: If I was at or close to 200 pounds, I go run.
I weighed myself in: 200.00 (I am 6’3.5″ so I am BMI Normal).
The Volant Christmas 5k was the only race in the region.
Slow start, a 9:53 mile. Not a big crowd, but the pack was thick enough and the slush was heavy.
I’m not sure why I started so slow, but I picked up the pace and ended up just over 20 for the two mile, but under 30 minutes for the third mile. All in all not a terrible race, but it was doomed by a bad start.
The clothes are the problem.
- Full sweats
- UnderArmour long johns
- Full length socks
- Neck band
It’s a lot of extra weight. Plus, the roads, while cleaned to the best of the town’s abilities, were still slushy enough to force one to be a bit cautious.
I dueled with a teenage boy and a young lady starting around the one mile mark, we were battling for the under 30 minute three mile. I prevailed… barely.
I did find a nice tea-shop where I got a toasted almond coffee. Not bad. Nice people.
Amazingly, the Stalker had been running with me the entire way.
“That was awful, what the hell happened to you? You were this great winter runner? You looked dead. You need lighter clothes, no more sweats. Oh by the way, I have my van here. Let’s get a shower at the truck stop and F&$K.” She stated, matter of factly.
“Toasted Almond Coffee?”
Peace be the Botendaddy and Goodwill to all Men.