When I registered for the Thanksgiving day Gobble Wobble and realized it would be my first 5K (Yes, I somehow skipped from zero to half marathon originally) I was excited to slowly be coming back from injury. A 5K isn’t the marathon I had hoped for, but at least it meant I would be running again.
Ha, the running gods laughed in the face of my 5K goals and instead gifted me with a present just 5 days before the race – a broken ankle?
Luckily, after X-rays, cursing, icing, sadness, swelling, too much eating, resting, and a whole bunch of anger, I was told that the doctor was incorrect and my ankle was not broken, which led to a flood of relief and happiness and of course my desire to get healthy and run the Gobble Wobble 5K just a few days later. Unfortunately Fortunately my family, friends, and fabulous blog readers convinced me that if my ankle was bad enough the doctor thought it was broken and sent me for X-rays three days before the race I should not run it.
So I resigned myself to being a walker.
I met C and her boyfriend at 8:00 and we rode downtown together. We got there quickly, paid $5 for super easy parking garage event parking, and were in Marion Square at 8:15 to pick up our packets no problem. Then we chilled out and got in our corrals for the race start at 9:00.
They had three separate corrals. T headed to the first corral for “serious runners” people expected to finish sub 25. C and her boyfriend headed to the middle corral for all the other runners, where I had hoped to be joining them, but instead I walked to the back corral for walkers, strollers, and dogs. Standing there feeling the anticipation as they sent off the runners was so hard. Race atmospheres are always electric and boy did I want to run. I realized I have never walked a race.
Luckily it was a gorgeous day and downtown Charleston is a beautiful city, recently voted best in the USA, so I enjoyed the walk. I will admit it was super hard not to run. Luckily smart Abby, the one who laid out my clothes in the morning and was not caught up in race atmosphere, picked out pants I can comfortable walk in, but could NEVER run in. Trust me, I know this, I was bad and tried. I probably made it about 0.2 miles jogging along, pulling them up every second, before whoops…. I didn’t grab them quite in time and all the people behind me caught a seriously look at some Abby undies (I hope I had on cute ones). So then it was back to walking, darn it – I run blocked myself!
I walked, I talked to all sorts of strangers, I played tourist in my own town and gawked at all the million dollar houses, and I enjoyed the beautiful fall weather as I walked my way to the finish.
Where I was instantly upset when some sweet, old lady cheered for me – “Good job walker!”
I am not a walker… I am an injured runner lady there is a difference! (Don’t worry, I just thought it in my head while I smiled and waved at her.)
I could not figure out why this time seemed about three minutes off what my phone timer said when I crossed the finish line, but then I realized it is because they started my chip at the same time they started the other runners (the corral I was supposed to be in) so it started three minutes too soon.
Therefore, my 5K PR (as this is the first 5K I was planning on running) is 44:39. Suck! I do not usually pay to run 5Ks or 10Ks because they are too short, but looks like I am gonna have to fix that PR pronto? Heard there is another 5K next weekend… too soon? (crazy injury runner)
However, it really was a great race and I would totally do it next year. There were next to no lines, absolutely no traffic – we were in and out of downtown in no time, the course was gorgeous, and I love fall running weather.
I’m already planning on signing up in the “serious runner” group with T and challenging myself to break sub 25. That’d be pretty fast for me as I am a distance girl, not a speed person.
Did you Turkey Trot or Gobble Wobble this year?
If not – Did you exercise before the big meal?
My big dinner was full of crazy, fabulous, family traditions.