The alternate title of this race is:
2013 was a phenomenal year of racing. I met all of my goals: PR’ing every distance and completing several new ones including triathlon and a full marathon. Aaaaaaaand, I’m DONE. The Diablo trail 5k was tough because I was sick but what was so distressing about that race was that I felt like I had no inner fire or fight.
I initially registered for the Nitro Turkey 10k expecting it to be my last opportunity to PR that distance. When I got my PR at Let’s Go 510, I was still very excited for Nitro because I would get the first part of an UNBELIEVABLE DOUBLE TURKEY CHALLENGE CONNECTOR MEDAL. And I am a complete blingwhore. I also looked forward to like thinking about gratitude and whatever on Thanksgiving. I guess…
I woke up feeling ambivalent. With my wedding and a very important audition nearing, I am under quite a bit of pressure. As I drove out to Point Pinole, I attempted to pump myself up with fun music but also contemplated dropping down to the 5k. It’s a holiday! I’ve worked hard this year! It’s not a super punk move, right? Right?
Last time I ran at Pt. Pinole (in the summer!) it was FREEZING so I layered up. To my delight, the weather was perfect when I arrived. Brisk but absolutely comfortable. This was one of the most popular Brazen events of the year so there were tons of people, including kids doing their own trot. Super cute. I love Brazen. As you know.
I picked up my bib, slunk over to the distance change booth, felt like a punk for about 4 seconds, and then got over it. As soon as I turned on my charged Garmin and got the “low battery alert” (HOW AND WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN), I felt like I had made the right choice. This clearly was not my day.
Not much to report about the race itself. Point Pinole is beautiful but I didn’t really care. With no Garmin to curb my start line enthusiasm, I started too fast. As much as I told myself that “this is what a 5k is supposed to feel like!” I was not a happy girl. My tummy felt off and to get my heart rate down, I took a few walk breaks. That voice inside me that usually that screams “DON’T WALK! KEEP FIGHTING!!!” murmured “go ahead and walk. Who gives a shit? It’s a holiday? You apparently can’t run 3 miles even though you ran a marathon this year. Ah well…”
As I approached the finish, I kicked it in and ran down some sweet couple celebrating Thanksgiving. I apparently had about 4 seconds of competitive drive that I chose to cash in at that moment. Because I’m nice like that.
Part of me is a bit concerned that I’m burned out but I truly think I’m just done with this amazing year. I also didn’t have a race plan which seems to be essential for me. Yes, it’s a fun run and yes, I would love to run more by feel but I should recognize that having at least a vague plan gets my head around the race. Looks like every race really does teach you something, even a turkey trot!
Official Time: 31:54 (not a personal worst. Woo!), AG: 9/52, Overall: 115/591