Racing 5.I will let you in on a secret, when I woke up this morning, I cheerfully said, “I’m so glad I’m only running 5K!” I KNOW! I feel like such a traitor for even thinking it. I felt like such a slacker! But honestly, when I woke up I was so convinced that a 5K race is less stressful. No need to wake up too early. No need to eat a little extra to keep me going over the distance. No need to prepare my fuelbelt and other props.
Then I got to the starting line and the palpitations and acid build up started. Ugh!
The crowded starting line? Nah, it wasn’t the number of runners. I love joining well attended races. The collective energy is enough to get you to the finish line.
The route? Nah! I love this route. I have been on it so many times that I know where to approach the uphills so I that I run on the less steep side.
It was the competitive bug that got me.
I got to the starting line and it bit me hard! I really thought 5K was going to be easy until I realised that if I wanted to post a better time I have to hit my pace immediately. No time to coast for a few kms and make up on the last kms. This is just 5K. Hit or miss! I thought of slacking and just running easy, for just a couple of seconds and shook my head to banish the evil thought. If I wasn’t running long, the least I can do is run hard.
I was so focused I think I missed flashing a smile at almost all the photovendo photogs haha.
Garmin said I finished in 28:28. Better than Fuego but still slower than Pringles.
I’m looking forward to my next 5k. And next time, I will respect the distance and the discipline required to really race it.
Smokey, Kathy, me, Chay, BroJ, Baby, Mesh and Vicky
Mesh, Vicky, Chay, Smokey, Vince and Kathy with T2’s very own MD, Dingdong. Congrats runMD!