What fun! The last in our local running club's summer Wednesday evening 5K series for the season was a treat. This event is the opposite of the Chicago Marathon from 10 days ago and both events were enjoyable.
I worked till 5:45pm...drove home, changed into running gear, was out the door at 6:05pm. I ran the mile to the local park where this race starts and ends. I signed on a list, paid nothing (the race is free to club members) and chatted with a few folks. In the "its a small world" department, I chatted with John, who had run portions of a marathon in Rhode Island last weekend with fellow blogger David . David had texted me about it Sunday...what a hoot! John asked me about it tonight. Just a hoot.
At 6:30pm, all 18 of us lined up, Tony said "Go" and off we went. The sun was nearly down, the almost-full moon was above the horizon, fall colors in full bloom. We ran past the Farmer's Market (didn't realize our local farmers raised tie-died T shirts but I guess they do), and curled around the pond and the park.
This is just the third time I've run since the marathon, so I had no idea how I would handle pace. So, I just let it flow. Amazingly, the first mile clicked through at 8:01, a pace I seldom get to. But I felt OK. Without really trying, mile two sped up, going down at 7:56. Hmmmm, this feels fine, so I pushed it harder; mile 3 came in at 7:42. Pushing hard over the final tenth at a 6:54 pace, I finished in 24:29. I was thrilled to see "24" on my watch at the end. I looked at my race records when I got home and this was the third fastest 5K ever for me. Go figure, ten days post marathon!!
The small group gathered under a gazebo with some pizza and cookies. I rewarded myself with a chocolate chip cookie and jogged home. I walked in the door at 7:12pm and Gretchen and I sat down to dinner 5 minutes later.
What a fun evening. Grateful, often, for life in a small town.