So, the starting whistle blew and my COMPETITIVE adrenaline kicked in. To heck with a leisurely jog - I was going to kick this hill's hind end. Even so, I was afraid to start too quickly (heed the words of Hot Hal.) My first mile was a slow, but comfortable 10 minutes even. Then, I heard the inner Laura voice saying "That's not fast enough, start passing, start running faster, become one with the hill, ...." I DID. From that moment on, I passed and passed and passed and passed. Most of the people just kept to themselves as I passed on the hills, passed on the curves, passed .... Some of them didn't have the energy to say a word. Some of the runners were so encouraging "looking strong, go get em." So, GO GET EM I did. I hit the 2 mile mark feeling fantastic. I came around the top of the reservoir at the top of Cobb's Hill and started the winding downward hill home (lengthening the stride, relaxing the arms, catching my breath.) The closer to the finish line, the better I felt. Could I actually be wishing that the race was longer? Sure, I could have done it, but I was happy to hear my name as I crossed the finish line. I was psyched to see my kids and husband run to hug me after the race was done. What a great time I had showing that hill who is boss. I posted a time of 27 minutes and change - not bad for a first-timer (and an uphill battle, at that.) I ended up 6th in my age bracket (out of 20.) I'm happy with my finish.
So, why are we in trouble? Kari - I didn't think that I would be competitive at this age. I thought that streak in me was long gone. BUT, you know that I am going to find another 5k race next week (or maybe even a 10k) and I better be faster than I was today. I am in so much trouble. It was a blast - even if it was hard, it was a blast. I just hope I don't hit the streets of Paris and feel like I have to show the marathon who is boss. It is one thing to push for 3.2 miles, it's another thing entirely to push for 26.2 miles - should be fun, though.