The Philly 10k Recap

The Philly 10k shieldThis year was the first year of The Philly 10k, hosted by the local running store Philadelphia Runner. Although this was the race’s first year, the organizers did a phenomenal job of advertising and hyping it up. This was a race for runners, by runners in celebration of Philadelphia Runner’s 10th Anniversary.

“Early” registration opened for one day back in March for 1,500 people, and the spots sold out within 3.5 hours. Regular registration opened the next day, and the remaining 1,500 spots sold out within 70 minutes. Interest was way greater than they anticipated, but I was glad I was able to get in!

The course was unique in that it went through 12 different Philadelphia neighborhoods in the heart of the city instead of along the Schuylkill River, which is the typical course for races in Philadelphia (it’s easy to close down and goes on for basically forever).


Philadelphia Runner did a beautiful job of organizing this race, but honestly, it was an awful day for me. The weather was atrocious – 79 degrees and 84% humidity at 7:30am! I haven’t seen that sort of weather that early in the morning since living in Georgia.

My time was 52:31, making this 6 minutes slower than my PR (Run the Bridge last November) and 5 minutes slower than the Peachtree, a significantly hillier course, in July. It was just so miserably hot. I vomited in my mouth a little at mile 4, and I started getting chills around mile 5, which I knew was a bad sign, so I stopped to walk. A few other runners kept encouraging me to start running again, which annoyed me at the time. I would only stop to walk during a race if I felt like something was seriously wrong.

My pacing was also pretty bad: 7:21, 8:06, 8:40, 8:30, 8:40, 9:16, and last bit at like 8:00ish. I definitely took it out too fast – I wasn’t looking at my watch, and my sense of pace hasn’t yet returned after taking some time off when my tibia hurt. I was actually surprised my overall pace wasn’t slower though; based on the number of people passing me I would have guessed I was going a 10+ min mile.

I was able to speed up a little at the end because this guy right next to me started retching awfully and I didn’t want to be in his line of fire. Then a girl collapsed about 20 feet before the finish line right in front of me. It seemed like the heat was getting to everybody, and it didn’t help that there were only two water stops along the course (which would have been fine on a cool fall day –  this day, not so much).

The course was neat in that it went through Philly neighborhoods, but it wasn’t fun to “race.” The shape was basically one big rectangle, and each side seemed to take FOREVER. It felt kind of like a 10,000 meter track  – I just kept waiting for the turn which never came, which was so mentally tough.Course map

The road that went straight towards the finish line was very unevenly paved, and I saw a few people almost trip – I wouldn’t be surprised if some did.

After the race I was so out of it. I usually don’t feel that bad after a 10k. I’m talking like post-marathon level of confusion. I ended up walking an extra 1.5 miles-ish to what I perceived in my mind to be the closest subway station, when really I could have just gone back the way I came (a station a few blocks west of the race start/finish).

My right foot has also been hurting since the race, despite icing it and taking ibuprofen. I’m still hoping that by a small miracle it turns out to be okay, but right now there’s a tiny bruise on top of what looks like a metatarsal, so I’m not feeling optimistic.

I think this race will be a really great addition to the Philly race scene in future years, but this year’s inaugural race was just not my day.

*All pictures from the Philly 10k’s website and Facebook page*

MRI results

First of all, can I just say how cool MRI images are? Maybe it’s the Bioengineering major in me, but I think it’s so cool to see my insides.

I found out today that I do not have a stress fracture

It turns out I had a ganglion cyst. These usually occur in the wrist, but they can also occur in other joints like around the knee (where mine was). It had ruptured, and the fluid caused inflammation. So there was something there, but isn’t anymore, and I’m good to go!

Also what was kind of funny was that I was so anxious all this morning about going to get my results that my blood pressure was the highest I’d ever seen it (not “high,” but usually it’s borderline low so it was kind of funny to see it higher). When I mentioned that to the nurse she looked back at my previous readings and confirmed it was the highest they’ve ever measured it as, haha. 

Over the past ~2 weeks I didn’t too anything to maintain aerobic fitness. I went to a few personal training sessions (I bought 20 at the beginning of the summer and want to use them all) as well as yoga and literally one 45-minute bout on the elliptical. So while I haven’t been totally resting, I might have a bit of time before I feel as in shape as I did before.

Ready to get back into training!

Tibial stress fracture?

Getting a bit more serious today than usual.

In the days leading up to my stress fracture diagnosis a few months ago, I sat on my bed and stared down at my foot. Why couldn’t I have taken just a few more days off? In building up to 50 miles a week, my body had been permanently sore and tired. I would have cherished a few extra rest days before, but afterwords, all I could see in my future were rest days strung together. Other people might view these as normal days, but to an injured runner, it’s like a never-ending expanse of time eating away at all your hard work and dedication, destroying everything from that early morning shake out run to the asthma-inducing intervals on the track.

And I sat staring at my foot, the worst part being that I knew it had only been a matter of time before this day arrived.

My goal wasn’t to get a stress fracture, but I did everything to make it happen. Years of depriving my body of calories during the bone-building years of adolescence, which resulted in secondary amenorrhea for 3.5 years and counting (plus an extra .5 years sometime before that).

And now, less than 6 months after my first stress fracture in my second metatarsal, I’m faced with the possibility of a stress fracture in my tibia and the realization that I’ve failed at the most important thing that happens during adolescence: growth.

Backing up a little though, I’m not positive I have a stress fracture. Two weeks ago my left shin started hurting in one very particular point just below my knee. I took four days off and then ran two days in a row. My shin started hurting again and was hurting even when I was just walking, so I made a doctor’s appointment for yesterday and stopped running. And due to the aforementioned amenorrhea, I’m at an increased risk for stress fractures, meaning my doctor was immediately concerned about a tibial stress fracture. I’m supposed to get an MRI in the next week or two.

And what’s so stupid is that even facing the risk of stress fractures and osteoporosis, I’m still scared of eating more and exercising less in case I get “fat.” I rationally know that being “fat” is the least of my worries right now, not to mention that it’s far from the worst thing that could happen to a person. Even though I clearly have a justifiable reason to eat more calories than I do now, it’s unbelievably difficult to give myself permission to do that. There’s so much talk about food rules… don’t eat too much, don’t eat “unhealthy” food, more exercise is better, sitting will kill you, etc. And where has been “healthy” for the past six years gotten me? Low bone density which I may never fully build back up. You know what would have prevented that? Eating more calories and exercising less.

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I get fired up over issues regarding food, health, and body image. On one hand, I think people absolutely need to be more mindful of what they’re eating and how active they are. I’ve even spent the last summer doing research in the Institute of Diabetes, Obesity, and Metabolism here at Penn. But charging eating habits and body image with emotional value doesn’t improve people’s health. I hate how there’s a multi-billion dollar industry fueling people’s hatred of themselves by insisting that the “product” they need, a fit body (let’s be honest: even when “health” is the supposed main interest, an attractive body is a great selling point), is only attainable through what a particular company is selling.

I don’t want to ramble, so read this as the rant of a possibly injured runner.

Also worth noting that I’ve become much more determined to improve my health by upping my calories and cutting way back on exercise. How novel, huh? I don’t want to be an old woman with osteoporosis because I couldn’t bring myself to eat more muffins my teens and 20s.

I’m hoping my shin turns out to be okay. I’ve learned my lesson and I won’t take being able to run for granted anymore. 

Breaking news! (sort of)

So I don’t know if you’ve seen that Runner’s World started this nifty contest to let a regular ole runner like you or me get on the cover of the December 2014 issue.

And I have entered!

I know it’s unlikely that I’ll actually win, but considering it’s a definite that I won’t win if I don’t enter, I thought I might as well give it a shot :) How cool would it be to be on the COVER of Runner’s World?!

This is the photo I used:

Erin Peachtree 2014 finish

Hot off the press from MarathonFoto, it’s me finishing the Peachtree Road Race last Friday! I’m so serious about this contest that I paid $25 for a digital photo to use as my “cover photo” ;)

The website says “Winners selected based on entries that best depict and describe the “runner personality,” community votes, and interview.” There was a short answer section at the beginning that I had to fill out, which asked questions like why did I get into running, what personal running achievement am I most proud of, and why is running important to me. For some reason, all voters see is the photo, but I assume the background info would be used if a contestant were to have a lot of votes.

So… why did I get into running?

In high school, I was a straight-A student, and to get a 100 on the timed mile in gym class, girls had to run 8:12 or faster. My best time previously was 10:58, but I really wanted that 100. I started practicing on my treadmill at home, and on the day of the mile test, I ran an exact 8:12 mile. I was so shocked that I had actually been able to improve! That feeling of accomplishment was exhilarating and addicting, and I kept running to see what I could do.

What personal running achievement am I most proud of?

I’m most proud of qualifying for the Boston marathon at the 2013 Philadelphia Marathon. Qualifying for Boston was my “in my dreams” goal when I first started running – the “ultimate” goal, if you will, and something I viewed as maybe, someday, possibly achieving. After I ran 3:49:23 at the 2012 Philadelphia marathon, it occurred to me that the goal might really not be too far off. After the bombing of the Boston marathon in 2013, my desire intensified and I desperately wanted to qualify. I trained through the fall, but really, my marathon training wasn’t sufficient to qualify (barely any long runs, no race pace workouts, mainly 6k cross country races). I knew I was extremely undertrained, and my mental game was going to have to be top notch to carry me to my goal. The moment I came in at 3:34:38, a BQ time by just 22 seconds, was honestly probably the happiest moment of my life. I still have trouble believing I did it.

Why is running important to me?

Running defines my identity and has shaped the life I have today. I met most of my friends through my running club. My favorite way to celebrate a holiday or an event is with a race. When I run, I discover who I truly am beneath all that society imposes on me. And while I consider myself a staunch introvert, for some reason, running with other people allows me to open up and show them who I am, as well.

I really hope you’ll consider voting for me. This is such a cool opportunity, and it would mean a lot to me :) You’ll have my unending gratitude.

Have you ever won something amazing or unexpected?

Peachtree Road Race 2014 Recap

I ran my 5th Peachtree Road Race on this year’s 4th of July!

The Peachtree is my favorite race to do year after year. The atmosphere is very unique. It’s the largest 10k race in the entire country, typically hosts an elite field of runners from around the world, and this year hosted the U.S. 10km Road Championships. (It even has its own How Stuff Works article!) The race started in 1970, so it’s also been around a long time. Despite the world class nature of the race, 92 percent of the runners are from Georgia.

I love things you can only get in one place (such family-owned businesses or local cuisine), and the Peachtree fits that bill. Despite being a world class race, it’s so distinctly Atlanta you won’t find anything like it anywhere else.

My mom dropped me off on Peachtree Road the morning of the race about ¾ of a mile north of the start where the road closure began. It was 6:30am and still a little bit dark out. The street was already lined with runners walking and jogging to the start.

I warmed up about a mile and did some strides right before the race. It was really exciting to listen to the announcer profile the elite USA runners – Amy Hastings, Desiree Linden, etc. I tried to stand on my tip toes to catch a glimpse, but no luck. The elite women started at 7:16, the elite men at 7:29, and the rest of the field (seeded, sub seeded, and my corral, A) at 7:30 on the nose.


Right at the start line; being in “A” corral is the best

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GIANT American flag at the start

The race started how it always does – crowded. There’s really no point trying to weave because you’d basically have to shove people out of the way.

I didn’t listen to music and decided not to look at my watch. I just wanted to run by feel and enjoy the day.

Something really scary happened less than a half mile into the race. A man next to me tripped on something, flew through the air, and face planted. It looked so painful. I considered stopping, but he got up almost immediately, looking shocked but not seriously hurt. I hope he was okay.

The race course stays on Peachtree almost the entire time, meandering through Atlanta. At mile 2 I made sure to get sprinkled with holy water by Dean Sam Candler from St. Philip’s Cathedral (race tradition!). Mile 3 featured a huge downhill that I took full advantage of, knowing the brutal uphills would come later. In fact, I’d find out later that mile 3 was a 6:59.7 mile – pretty sure that’s my only ever sub-7 mile in a 10k ;)


Sure enough, the uphill that started just before mile 3 was a monster. They call it Cardiac Hill because Piedmont Hospital sits at the top. The saying goes it’s okay if you have a heart attack when you get to the top because the hospital is right there.

The hills from miles 3-5 are easily the toughest part of the race. They arrive just when you’d appreciate a break. I powered up Cardiac Hill the best I could, trying to hang on to others while also not pushing too hard, as there’s another big hill between miles 4 and 5. Mile 4 was my slowest, my only 8 minute mile, although I didn’t know it at the time as I’d made good on my decision not to look at my watch.

Though I do this race year after year, I’m never positive where exactly I am on the course. Once I crossed over 14th street, I seemed to remember a turn coming up (the only real turn of the course) but I couldn’t remember how many streets away it was. It finally came to me when I got to 12th street and had a flashback of a turn onto 10th Avenue. I rounded the curve as close to the inside as I could get and tried to speed up a little.

At this point I knew I was very close to the finish so I decided to look at my watch to just see about what my time would be and whether I should bother trying for a final sprint. When I glanced down, I was floored to see 43:xx. I couldn’t believe I had been running that fast! I said to the people next to me (out loud, caught up in the excitement), “I’m going to set a Peachtree PR!” and took off.

I thought the finish was about a quarter mile away, but it turned out to be a little more than half a mile. I wasn’t sure exactly when the finish was coming, but when I saw it ahead, at the bottom of a downhill, I gave all I had left. (My watch later showed the last .33 mile at 6:17 pace, which isn’t bad considering my mile PR is 6:16) I stopped my watch at 47:12 – not quite the huge PR I was expecting, but a PR nonetheless (last year was 47:20).

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I was surprised then later to see in the official results that my net time read as 47:26 (not a Peachtree PR). I didn’t ever pause my watch, and even if I had started it a few seconds late (which I don’t think I did) I feel like it still should have been under 47:20. It’s fixed!! Now it says 47:10. That sounds more accurate. So a 10 second PR for me :)

Last year I trained very, very specifically for this race. I followed a plan I made with the Runners World smart coach program. I did weekly speed workouts and long runs. I didn’t take a break even on vacation, and once I ran the Peachtree course backwards and forwards for my long run. I came to Atlanta 2 days before the race so I wouldn’t be traveling the day before the race. I had a specific time goal, ideas of how I wanted to pace myself, and a crafted playlist.

This year was way more relaxed. I’ve been running less, running slower, and not doing many long runs or speed work. I flew into Atlanta from Philly the day before the race. I didn’t make a goal time or anything. I didn’t even look at my watch – very notable for me, haha. I went in to have fun. And I did have fun! And I ran even better than last year. This year was much cooler and less humid (65 degrees at the start!) which probably helped.

After the race I met up with my mom and grabbed some free food (ice cream sandwiches are my favorite!).

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Then, by chance, we were walking near the elite tent. And I saw Lauren Fleshman. In the flesh (haha). I was so star struck. I really wanted a picture with her. I thrust my melting ice cream sandwich into my mom’s hand and jogged up closer to Lauren, keeping my distance but trying to make eye contact. She didn’t see me though and started walking back to the elites-only area. I said her name, but I have a pretty quiet voice and she didn’t hear me. I didn’t want to be creepy and chase her down, so I just let her go. Oh well. I was like three feet away from her! That counts for something.

My mom and I stayed there for a few minutes, and I saw Desiree Lindon also! (She was on the USA Olympic marathon team in 2012, along with Kara Goucher and Shalane Flanagan). I wanted a picture with her also, but she was talking to someone and I didn’t want to bother her. It was neat even just to see the elites though!

We headed back to watch some of the other finishers, specifically to look for Meb, who started the race in last place, trying to pass as many people as possible in order to raise money for charity, with the goal of passing 22,500 runners (more info here). It took awhile (turns out he didn’t start until 9:15, 10 minutes after the last wave took off) but finally we heard the crowd screaming and knew it had to be him. He was on the other side of the street though and was literally a blur. Still fun to catch a glimpse!

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Waiting for Meb…


There he blows!

Headed back my sister’s after the race to shower, then ate lunch at The Flying Biscuit Cafe, and finally back to my sister’s again for a nap. I met up with some friends from high school at Georgia Tech later on in the evening for some 4th of July festivities. It was the perfect ending to the day.


 Well earned post-race meal

Also, last year was the first time I ran the race with a Garmin, and it was so cool (or maybe I’m just a data geek) to use the “compare” feature!

Garmin connect

Didn’t run the tangents quite as well this year, but I thought it was interesting that the general trend of slowing down/speeding up stayed the same even though I looked at my watch last year and didn’t this year. Also, it’s kind of funny how it says mile 3 was a 6:60 mile – going into the actual activity file it says 6:59.7.

Hope you had a a great 4th of July! :)

Running for Cover 5k Recap

On Sunday I ran a small race, the Running for Cover 5k (supporting a melanoma research foundation) with a friend from running club.

I signed up on Tuesday. Lots of free time during summer is conducive to racing.

The race started outside the Wells Fargo Center, just north of the Philadelphia Navy Yard where I’ve done the Feel the Love 5k two years in a row. Feel the Love in 2013 infamously involved a 5 mile “warm up,” where my friends and I had to sprint the final mile in order to not miss the start of the race.

Today though, a 5 mile easy run followed by a 3.1 mile race sounded likea pretty good training day. Knock out a long run and tempo run in the same morning. (Yes, 8 miles is “long” for me right now…)

The race website (rather, the lack there of) sucked. When I registered, I was able to see all the important information (start time, course map, etc.) but after online registration closed, all that information went away, and it wasn’t included in the race confirmation email, either. So while I was *pretty sure* the race started at 9, it was annoying to not be able to double check (especially after I almost tried to run the Gary Papa 5k a day early).

My friend came over to my apartment at 7 and we left about 7:05 to get to the Wells Fargo Center (she needed to do day-of registration, which opened at 7:30). To get there was about 5.5 miles at ~9:10 pace, so not a bad warm up. It actually went by really fast; I love how a new route + a good running partner make the time pass so quickly.

After registration we literally got boxes of free sunscreen samples (it was a race for a melanoma research foundation, after all) which I immediately slathered on my face. The course was almost entirely in direct sunlight (aside from one small segment underneath a highway overpass), which isn’t too friendly at 9 in the morning. I ended up getting a killer tank top tan… kind of funny for a race combating melanoma.

It was only 73 degrees, 65% humidity (that’s nothing for this Georgia peach) but felt **so hot**. It definitely could have been worse, but I felt so wimpy for complaining when I’ve definitely run regularly in 90+ degrees.

Something funny happened right before the race started: the race director announced that runners planning to run around 15 minutes should line up at the start line, and those running slower should space out accordingly behind them. There was literally *no one* at the start line; everyone, including a bunch of fast looking dudes, stood several paces behind it waiting for the faster runners. It wasn’t until just before the race started that we all moved up to toe the line, haha.

It was a small race – only 138 people ran last year, and there were definitely under 200 this year as well. This was kind of amusing because the website (while it was up) had said the race was capped at 1,000 runners and to sign up early because it might sell out. Sureee…

The course was pretty boring. It looped three times around the Wells Fargo Center (a small loop, a large loop, then a medium-sized loop) and there wasn’t really anything interesting around there. Lots of open space in parking lots and plenty of direct sun, and that’s about it.

I listened to music based on a Spotify playlist I made. It was okay. I think for 5ks I might actually prefer racing without music, but today I definitely think it helped since the course was so boring and there were so few people around to run with.

My friend and I ran together the first half mile, and then I ended up ahead. I knew there was only one girl in front of me, but she was in the lead pack of dudes (or maybe second pack, but regardless, pretty far up there) and I knew she would be way faster than me, so I just tried to settle into a comfortably fast pace and not get passed.

I think I was passed by two men (and one little boy…) which was fine. I didn’t pace quite as well as in the Gary Papa Run two weeks ago:

Mile 1: 7:07.39
Mile 2: 7:16.93
Mile 3: 7:31.93
final .13: 52.65 (6:48 pace)

for a final time of 22:48 (7:18 average)

I can’t say I’m thrilled about running almost a minute slower than two weekends ago (especially when I was hoping to be a bit faster – last week was 21:54, my PR is 20:56) but I think the heat definitely had a role in that. Also, I wasn’t quite as mentally psyched up for this race as I was for the one two weeks ago, and this race was fairly small, so I couldn’t use the “catch the person in front of me” strategy. Still some good speed training.

I ended up getting 2nd overall female. For this I won a Philadelphia Flyers (hockey team) basket of stuff – a signed mini helmet, a really nice water bottle with the Flyers logo, a blanket/inflatable seat combo, and an XL t-shirt. I like the water bottle but have absolutely zero need or want for the other stuff. It was really disappointing because 1st place female got a $200 gift certificate to Dick’s Sporting Goods. That would’ve been really useful for this college student who’s working for free this summer.10341974_10204220803180324_3559775716471205376_n

The t-shirt definitely fits, right?

All in all, a good day of training and fun with my friend. 

Gary Papa Run 5k Recap

Sunday morning I woke up at 5:07am and was thankfully able to go back to sleep until my alarm went off at 6. Those darn pre-race nerves.

Hopped out of bed with my alarm and started getting ready. I always wait to get dressed until after I have breakfast so that I can stay in my pj’s as long as possible. Pajamas are way more comfy than spandex.

Had some good ole oatmeal and 2 cups of coffee and realized while I was perusing blogs on my computer that I hadn’t thought about what to wear, or whether I would listen to music during the race, or what I would listen to… this race didn’t feel like a big deal before that morning. I went with the music.

I warmed up by running to the start area by the Art Museum. I forget where, but I was recently reading about how some elite liked to warm up for 5ks by running 12 minutes easy and then 3 minutes tempo pace. So that’s what I did.

Picked up my bib and went to sit at the top of the museum steps. It’s pretty lonely to be at a race by yourself, but I was just treating this as a way to see how I’ve improved since the Clean Air 5k (which I ran immediately after getting back to running after my stress fracture) so I hadn’t dragged anyone along. At least this gave me time to take some pictures and put together a short playlist.


Race mornings in Philly are the best.


Don’t laugh too hard at my playlist choices ;)

I went to the bathroom for the second time (yay races with lots of porta potties) and started going over to the start about 8:15. I actually did some “striders” and “drills” … in quotes because my interpretation is just what I could remember doing before a track workout with running club once. I ran really fast for a few short segments and then did butt kick/skips.

Lined up near the front at 8:20 for the 8:30 start, but I felt antsy and didn’t want to just stand there for 10 minutes, so I did a few more striders just past the start. There were lots of super fast looking people around. I secretly hope that one day I will be one of those fast looking people…

This was a Father’s Day run, so there were a lot of dads with their kids at the race. When I got back to the start about 8:27, there were three strollers (two of them double strollers) toeing the line! My first thought was that they shouldn’t be near the front, because they’ll probably be going slower… but I never caught up to them and was passed by a man pushing a stroller in the first quarter mile. So I ate my words (thoughts?) there ;)

Like I mentioned in my last post, I was hoping for around 22:30, which would be 7:15 minute miles, so I was going to start out around there and see how I felt. About a half mile in, my pace was 7:00 min/mile, but I felt really good (duh, it was the first half mile), so I decided to try to keep it up.

At about the 1 mile marker, my left shoelace came untied. I was annoyed, but it didn’t bother me too much. My shoes are the Nike Flyknit Free which kind of fit like a sock, so I knew the left one wouldn’t fall off, and I didn’t feel like I was about to trip or anything. I ran with it untied the whole rest of the way. Surprisingly only one person said anything to me, which happened about a mile from the finish. I said, “I know, I’m going for it though!”

My “race strategy” was to find someone going the pace I wanted to go and chase them. That’s what I typically do during speed work at the track, too. Practicing pacing myself is one thing I’m working on in training.

Anyway, I felt really pretty good through the first half of the race. When I turned around to head back to the start/finish line, I was confident I’d finish in at least 22:30, likely faster.

The girl I’d been “chasing” for the miles 1-1.5 slowed after the turn around, so I passed her and tried to catch up to the next group, but things were starting to hurt. Also, the runners on the “back” of the out-and-back route were limited to something like ¼ of the road due to the mass of walkers on the “out” part. This was a run/walk for charity, so it wasn’t unexpected, but it still made it hard to maneuver around people. The positive though was that lots of people on the “out” side cheered for us runners who were dying on the “back” side :)

The last mile was awful. I’m pretty sure I say this a lot, but I think I looked like I was about to die. I managed to speed up a bit when I saw the finish line clock at 21:30, ticking away. I made it in just under for a final time of 21:54, way better than my goal of 22:30 :)


Post race, yay getting random strangers to take photos of you

Also, I’m pretty sure this is the best 5k I’ve ever raced from a strategic point of view:

  • Mile 1: 7:03
  • Mile 2: 7:00
  • Mile 3: 6:59
  • and the final stretch at 6:35 pace.

Unfortunately my age group was 20-29 (seriously, the worst part of turning 20 was moving up an age group) so I didn’t win anything, but 7th out of 211 isn’t too bad :) Plus the youngest person in my age group who beat me was 25, so I’ve got a few more years to train (let’s not mention the 14-year-old girl who creamed me).

Met up with some friends in the city for brunch afterwards at Day by Day and spent the rest of the day baking (banana cupcakes from Oven Adventure, banana bread baked oatmeal from Budget Bytes, and chocolate chip scones from Comfy Belly).

All in all, a great Sunday :) How was your weekend?