So I’ll try not to make this the most boring 5k race report ever.
Important details: I’m three months pregnant (There! I thought I’d save you from another of those long, drawn out I’m-hosting-a-fetus! announcements rife with smug euphemisms and bun puns) so I didn’t race race, but I still managed to PR (25:06) because I haven’t raced a 5k since 2010 (stroller races don’t count).
In the past, I’ve done Indy’s Drumstick Dash, a 15,000+ person, 4 mile race in Broad Ripple that in the last couple of years has just gotten to be way too much of an overcrowded clusterfuck, even for a fun run. So last year, I opted for a race at the YMCA half a mile from my house. It was a stroller friendly 5k with less than 500 runners. I finished with Kenzie (screaming) in 27:17. (And I got that recap up a day earlier than this one.)
This year it was a balmy 19 degrees on Thanksgiving morning, so Kenzie got to sleep in. I’m getting to the point (ALREADY) that my only really warm running jacket feels obnoxiously tight on me, so I improvised with a couple layers of tech shirts. My body was warm enough, but I couldn’t feel my feet for most of the race.
I ran a test 5k on the treadmill a couple of weeks ago in about 25 minutes and I didn’t feel that great afterward, so I wasn’t planning on repeating the effort in Thursday’s race. The plan was to just feel good and not dislocate a hip. But I started out in the 8:20s and felt comfortable, so I just went with it.
And there you have it! My first pregnant 5k. SORRY, NO PICS! =( Now is the part where I sit back and wait for everyone to acknowledge what a brave, strong, bad-ass motherfucking #motherrunner I am, right?
OH. I know you’re probably dying to ask me what kind of food I’ve been eating and how I feel about my body, and like, what position we used to conceive and whether I’ll be taking up pregnant crossfit and shit, and I promise I’ll answer all your questions in another blog post very soon!
How was your Thanksgiving? Ordinarily I like to open a bottle of wine at 9 a.m. and spend the morning getting drunk and cooking, but this year I had to settle for sparkling water and cooking–gasp–SOBER.