I kicked off my spring race season with a half marathon opener a couple of weeks ago and Husband followed up with a 5K last weekend. I’d normally give my standard two-line race review, devoid of finish times because, I always thought, who the heck cares about my finish times anyway? I’m not elite or impressively fast, if you know me you know my time, if you don’t know me but you read my blog with any kind of consistency you could probably guess my time and be reasonably close, and, well, I do like to pretend to keep an air of mystery hanging around me.
But I recently read about “the deviant no-time race report“, which I learned “is probably the worst thing you can do to your readers if you are a running blogger. Because we’ll play along and try to pretend we’re totally immersed in the jubilation of your victory or the anguish of your defeat, but you at least owe us a finish time“. Who am I to deny my legions of readers?
I trained through my race – it wasn’t a goal race, but certainly was meant to be a test of my spring fitness. It was a bit of a last-minute decision. I had a friend’s bib, but a couple of days before decided to register, which pretty much meant I decided to race. I stuck with a typical training week – actually a little atypical in that the week before was my highest mileage week ever (and by that I mean 88K, ha!) – except I skipped Saturday’s interval workout to rest (and by that I mean watch Dirty Dancing and eat bon bons, double ha!).
I ran the half as part of a 30K day – 4.5 K before, 21.1K, 4.4K after. I finished the race in the 1.28s feeling groovy about my finish time. Husband ran a spring kick-off 5K with a kick-ass PB that almost got him below 17.30. And I was worried that spending the winter sitting on the sofa watching 7 seasons of Buffy would slow us down this spring. If 7 seasons of Buffy is good, 5 seasons of Angel is better?
Title: The Beatles – Here Comes the Sun. 1969.