Skip to content

In Her Shoes 5K Race Recap


After consuming five or six EmergenC packets with twelve liters of tea before going to bed at 8:45pm, and then miserably waking up three times in the middle of the night to blow my nose and conduct shaky-handed salt rinses for an aching throat, I felt comparatively quite dandy when I got up this morning.

Anybody remember the "People Getting Punched" short from SNL? No? Well, you can click the picture and watch the youtube video if you like. It's silly and makes me LOL.

I felt snotty, stuffy, sore-throated and weird, but nothing that would prevent me from trying my hand at the 5K.

So I started out the morning with a rainy four mile shakeout and “legs tester” before the sun came up, which was uneventful aside from the fact that I blew a few hugely satisfying clods of multicolored snot from my sinuses.

I came home from the trot, decided I definitely felt good to race, and drank more fizzly EmergenC tea.

A little while later, I headed out to the course (which, thankfully, is within half a mile of my house – no ride required).

I met up with a few friends, warmed up some more, and chatted up some race officials about the course layout. Yes, it was a full 5K, they assured me, and might actually be a little long. Good. I would much rather a course run long than short.

This race was put on by a local organization called AWARE (Aiding Women in Abuse and Rape Emergencies), which provides support to victims of sexual or domestic violence. In retrospect, knowing this, I feel pansyish for not going more balls-to-the-wall during this race. Given it’s purpose, it would’ve been sweet to have a female cross the line in first.

But toward the end, once I realized I would PR, I got a little lazy and apathetic and forgot that I was racing.

Seriously, Cathleen?

Oh right. The race.

The field size was about double that of my first Alaska race – maybe about 40 people? I had no idea what to expect from myself, given my stupid little cold and the fact that I haven’t raced a 5K for a couple of years. I decided that if I could win the women’s side, that would be good enough. But you never really know who will come out of the woodwork around here, and the 5K is not a distance over which I have any expertise or confidence.

Half of the course was on trail, and the other half on pavement. The course made two loops of this same trail/pavement combination. The trail portion was muddy and shoe sucking, with an extreme turnaround where, embarrasingly, I slipped and went hands down to the ground. Meanwhile, the pavement portion was fraught with puddles, so my shoes quickly became waterlogged and soggy, which didn’t matter because I’m so used to these conditions now — I run in this rainy wet nonsense every day and it is no longer a cause for concern.

So, course conditions? Muddy, puddle-y, flat. And the temperature was nice and cool, per usual. In other words, PR conditions.

We buzzed off the line and got started. A pack of dudes took it out hard, and I stayed quietly back, waiting for them to start hurting. I don’t think there was a single thought in my head for the first twelve minutes. Not a single thought. Okay, actually I had precisely two thoughts, in the following order:

I’m going out too fast.

I’m going out too slow.

[There were no mile markers to corroborate either of these thoughts. We don’t care about that kind of silliness here in Alaska. Although I do wish I had some data to examine.]

In any case, I methodically stalked the pack of guys for a little while longer, and eventually caught up to them without changing my effort level. I pulled away from the pack with two of the guys, both of whom eventually strung out in front of me by a few seconds.

The course flew by and before I knew it, the finish line felt close. I had lost focus and retreated into my own world inside my head, and when the finish line became imminent I snapped back and tried to reel in the two guys. I closed significantly on both of them and felt my tummy get into a mildly uncomfortable knot from the effort, but ran out of real estate before the line.


Okay, that’s cool. Definitely a PR.

Immediately afterward, I felt physically great, and mentally regretful.

What the heck was that? Why didn’t I try harder? Why didn’t I reel in those two guys? Why did I just sit back and get lazy like that? What happened to my racing tenacity? When did I lose all my guts? I’m in decent shape and I had this one chance this fall to lay down an awesome 5K, and that’s the only effort I felt compelled to give?

Jeez. That’s the second race this fall where I felt like I was just goofing off and doing a workout instead of actually nutting  up and racing.

I’m not sure why it feels this way.

Maybe because the racing fields here are so small?

Maybe because I have no rivalries or expectations here?

Maybe because the racing scene is all business and no fanfare, no hype?

Still, though, a 19:30 is pretty neat. It’s a PR, for sure, and I was working hard. But I wasn’t… I wasn’t in that zone of do or die. I didn’t push myself into puking or fainting mode. In fact, I haven’t gotten myself into that zone since college rowing.

And that?

That’s a little bittersweet to me. It’s as if I’ve forgotten how to be competitive with myself. I’m at a point where I grow complacent and content with surpassing my low expectations, rather than chasing more appropriate goals. I think that’s why Shelby’s recent meditation on mid-race apathy in her marathon report struck such a chord with me: it’s been plaguing me this year.

On the one hand, it’s disappointing, but at the same time?

Heck. Whatever. I was out there enjoying myself and feeling a nice burn in my legs. I was out there in the rain, in the mud, having a good time.

And I need to cut myself some slack: I’ve done my time being a slave to splits and laying awake at night, wondering, tossing, turning. Pulling so hard on the erg that my teeth start chattering and my lips turn blue. That compromises your immune system. That hurts. That’s not something a normal person can sustain year after year.

So now, I’m just another jolly jogger.

It’s sad in a way. Where did my guts go? I know where they went. There is no reason to have guts anymore. There’s no qualifying on the line. There are no rivalries on the line. There’s no more Beat Penn, gain a seat on Dartmouth, make the Grand Final.

Apparently, I don’t rise to the occasion very well without that kind of external motivation. (On the other hand… maybe I do better without the pressure?)

WHOA, ANGSTY. My bad. I didn’t mean to have another identity crisis, but it happens.

Moving on.

Yeah, so I finished the race. Schmoozed with my pals for a while, and headed home. Then, I cooled down with the same four mile out and back I’d run early in the morning, and that’s where either the effort of the race or the feeling of sickness caught up to me. I became dizzy and lightheaded and turned into the zombielike form that I’d previously morphed into in the last 3.5 miles of the marathon.

Oh god, when is this going to be over.

With about a mile to go in my cooldown, I suddenly started walking for a few seconds. It was weird. I don’t know what happened.

Non-issue, though.

After knocking out some of the dizziness, I picked things back up to a run, came home, hoovered a huge pile of eggs and veggies supplemented by Halloween candy, and am now laying on the couch drinking vitamin C tea and feeling slightly ill but happy.

Have you ever felt regretful about the effort you put in after a race? How do you deal with those thoughts?

How do you know when you’ve really put in a do-or-die racing effort?

20 Comments leave one →
  1. 10/16/2010 15:34

    i know that when i want to vomit. for real.

    awesome job! soooooooooooooo speedy. why’d you move so far away?! i’d LOVE to race you. i think we’d push each other. come to think of it lots of us bloggers should race each other. that would be awesome…but i digress….

    i’ve never been regretful per se with any race but there have been races where i wish i’d run just a smidge faster or make a break at a different point. i think (for me) the key to to allow myself the moment to wallow/be all angsty for a day or two and then move on. it’s now fuel to the next race. obviously easier said than done but that’s why i *try* to do hahah

  2. 10/16/2010 15:56

    Dude 19:30 is awesome 🙂

  3. 10/16/2010 15:59

    Congrats on the PR! What a wonderful time. Are you channeling me again? 😉 I’m wondering whether I’m going to be soft from here on in, and there you go asking yourself these same sorts of questions. I think we are in a timewarp and you are my younger self, if that self had been anything besides a lazy pothead.

    But really, if you hadn’t been sick you might have found another gear to kick it. Being ill never helped anyone run faster or more energetically. Plus, your apres race weirdness was probably attributable to that, too. So wait for your next race before you announce yourself not cut-throat enough. It may just be on holiday for the moment, in a cold-induced haze. Congratulations again!

  4. 10/16/2010 17:18

    1. Um, I’ve seen that skit probably 100 times. JOVI PUNCH

    2. Here is the thing: you can’t go balls out for every single race. Even if you’re a pro. And you’re running in less than ideal conditions and you’re sick? It’s not a recipe for greatness. But you still PR’d! Clearly, I relate with much of what you’re saying…and unfortunately, the best thing to do seems to just force yourself to put it in perspective.

    3. So in sum: you’re fast, things weren’t perfect…so you’ll be even faster when you’re 100% in it. 🙂

  5. 10/16/2010 19:55

    Glad you got to run! I wish I could figure out how to push myself to that “super uncomfortable do or die level” but I know I haven’t yet. Probably because there isn’t something huge at stake? Congrats on a fast race and PR. Me thinks that multi-color snot might mean a sinus infection, so get yourself to the doc if you start to feel worse!

  6. 10/17/2010 03:53

    19:30 is a super badass time! I’d give my first born to run that fast.
    I’m honestly just trying to get back into the type of shape where I can put in a hard effort. It’s been a while since I’ve raced hard. I’m sure once I start doing that again there will be lots of time for disappointment. 😉

  7. 10/17/2010 06:23

    Congrats on your PR! 🙂

    Um….yeah, I can think of maybe one or two races in my life where I didn’t question my effort afterward and berate myself for not giving it more, regardless of whether it was a PR or a damn good time or what. Comes with the territory, I guess. 🙂

    And I totally agree that we should have a blogger race! I’d love to chase you fast people. Maybe an unofficial 5K can be part of ULS11 🙂

    • 10/17/2010 06:25

      And also, 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
      Because I didn’t use enough of them in my first comment. Sheesh.

  8. 10/17/2010 11:28


    So here is advice I gave Angry Runner, and because I liked it I am going to give it to you: when you don’t end up dead on the ground or on a stretcher after a race, chances are that, yeah, you probably could have pushed it a little harder. But…when? How much? Total crapshoot. That’s why you run more than one race in your life, to tinker with your strategery and execution. I would say, be happy with this effort.

  9. 10/17/2010 15:10

    dislike. you have a funky cold and you run a 19:30 and it wasn’t even all-out. i have that problem all the time… oh wait.

    i almost always question myself after a race. so, i think it’s normal. try not to beat yourself up though, it is what it is. try to channel it at the next race and remind yourself to work.

    congrats on the pr!

  10. 10/18/2010 05:41

    Yeah, pretty much what Lindsay said…

  11. 10/18/2010 11:02

    Sarah gives good advice. Listen to her. Also, have a beer to celebrate that 5k. All out or not, that’s still a rockin’ time!!

  12. 10/18/2010 11:19

    I’m generally happy as long as I PR. Congrats!

    Just like you though, I overthink races and wonder why I couldn’t have sprinted past that last person at the end, etc.

  13. 10/18/2010 11:31

    DOOOOOD. You were sick. Up half the night. And running in mud. Give yourself a pat on the back. A PR’s a PR, whether you do voms all over the course or not.

  14. 10/18/2010 20:21

    dude, 19:30 was you “being lazy”??

    dude, i can’t even comment no more, i gotta go hit the gym….

  15. 10/29/2010 20:36

    Have you ever felt regretful about the effort you put in after a race? How do you deal with those thoughts?

    Not recently. Every race feels full of effort these days. I remember 20-odd years ago after a PB in the steeple I thought “I can run faster — that wasn’t a perfect race”, but I never did. I was running faster than I ever had — I knew it was going to be a PB, but I didn’t “kill myself” over the last 3 laps as I was scared of blowing up, of falling. These days I’m not regretful, as it was a ‘good’ time which broke a time barrier I always wanted to, but never thought I would 5 years previously.

    How do you know when you’ve really put in a do-or-die racing effort?

    In an 800 it’s easy — my throat is burning and I’m coughing for hours afterwards. In a 5k I’m hurting badly for the last 3k (wanting it to be over); the 4th k is always the slowest; the last lap hurts like hell, but it’s the fastest.

    • 10/30/2010 16:10

      Great points here. Wow, I completely forgot about the post-race cough until you just brought me back to my track days! I used to cough for hours after a huge effort in an 800 or 1000m race. Weird how that doesn’t seem to happen for me after long races.

      • 10/31/2010 03:04

        Same here. It must be something to do with running anaerobically for such a long time. I had it in my last couple of 1500s too, which never happened when I was well conditioned for 8s and 15s. Makes me shy away from 800s a bit, which is a shame, as it’s a fun race (if one has been doing lots of short speedwork).


  1. Veteran’s Day 8K: Race Report « Sweaty Kid.
  2. Race Recap: Sweetheart’s Relay « Sweaty Kid.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: