Dev on Running

My poor Garmin is staying home for this trip, so these are the last splits you’ll see for a while:

I was prepared for a super-sucky run since I took three days off after the 5K, but it was surprisingly good and speedy! Maybe because I have tons of pre-trip adrenaline built up in my veins.

I’m really, really, really excited to choose and train for my next race. I think I’ll do another half-marathon before my next marathon — maybe I can work it into marathon training like I did with the Labor Day Half.

But I’ll think about all that after I get back from Italy. The only running-related thing I’ll be doing during the trip is finally reading Born to Run, which I just loaded onto my Kindle along with the A Song of Ice and Fire series (aka Game of Thrones).

I am so late to both of those parties.

Tomorrow: SEA -> JFK -> MXP

I’m very excited to add another stamp to my passport!

My flight leaves Seattle very, very early Friday morning, so I need to pack today. I’ll procrastinate by going for a run, since I don’t plan to do much exercising in Italy other than walking a lot, hiking in Cinque Terre, casually biking in Tuscany and lifting many, many glasses of wine to my lips.

I’m not bringing my laptop — one hand with a slice of pizza + other hand filled with wine = no hands left for typing — so you may see a few photo posts from my phone or nothing at all until I get back. And then… prepare yourselves for the onslaught.

If you need something to read today, here are a few recent travel posts from my other blog:

Soaring Over Kauai

My Travel Must-Haves… And What to Leave Behind

Aaron and I are flying separately to Italy, and he’ll arrive in Milan about 11 hours after me. I’m a little nervous about finding stuff to do in the meantime, but I just try to remember that I made it through five countries by myself earlier this year. Somehow.

I think I’ll just…

My last training run before this 5K — a two-mile “easy” jaunt — was anything but easy. For some reason, my legs were heavy as I slogged through light drizzle to complete what felt like the longest two miles of my life.

It did not bode well for the race.

I was bummed after the two-miler, but I knew there was nothing more I could do at that point. Rather than worry about the race, I went about my normal life… and even ate and drank some items that one typically shouldn’t eat and drink the night before a race:

* Greasy, cheesy, delicious Mexican food
* Margarita the size of my face
* Undisclosed quantity of wine

Aaron’s family had a big, spirited gathering. I enjoyed it. : D 

Race morning was filled with the usual jitters. I was so nervous, but all of my nerves faded away once I pinned on my bib and began to absorb the crowd’s excitement at the start line.

Aaron was my excellent supporter and photographer.

Nervous face. But at least my stomach felt OK!

I decided to run with a water bottle from Aaron’s fuel belt (I seem to have misplaced mine…) since this race has no water stops and I knew I’d get thirsty.

Soon enough, we were off!

I blew Aaron a kiss as I passed him. : )

The first mile featured a slight hill, which helped keep me from going out too fast. I kept my pace comfortable and steady, ignoring those who blew by me up the hill.

I later overheard a woman saying, “Guess who passed me on that hill? A pregnant woman pushing a stroller holding a three-year-old!”

Props to that pregnant lady!!

The race began at 10 a.m., and the sun felt pretty hot in the many shadeless areas of the course. I sipped from my water bottle frequently and wound up drinking almost the whole thing by the end!

I gradually increased my speed throughout the race, but was careful not to push my limits until the very end. I saw more and more runners dropping off to the sidelines to rest or walk, and I absolutely did not want that to be me. Plus, I knew from running this race twice before that the 0.10 mile at the end of the course is slightly but exhaustingly long, and I wanted to save my energy to sprint that final bit to the finish line.

Aaron saw the clock ticking closer to 30:00 and hoped he would see me soon…

…and I snuck across the finish line with an official time of 29:22 and my hands in the air!

This photo is like “Where’s Waldo?” except more like, “Where’s the dork who’s extremely happy to finish her first post-injury 5K?”

I’m really happy with the negative splits from my Garmin.

You can see that the last bit of the course was actually 0.17 mile; Aaron said a woman flipped out at the race organizers just after she finished due to the long course… because obviously this was the Olympic Trials. C’mon, now.

I was just really happy to finish in under 30 minutes without walking, and to rest on the sidewalk afterward! 

And guess what? I had zero pain of any kind. My ankle did great, and my bike-accident injuries are 98% healed (save for some lingering scabs and a mildly sprained ring finger) and didn’t bother me.

I found my college friend Moorea at the finish line — she had just run her first-ever 5K the day before, and decided to follow it up with another one! Hardcore.

And that was it! Success.

Simple, but it meant a lot to me.

I sprained my ankle on May 6.

I was able to walk unassisted on June 11.

I ran (very slowly) for the first time on June 26.

I ran a mile straight through for the first time on August 2.

I battered my entire body in a bike accident on September 3.

And then I ran 3.1 miles straight through, like a boss, on September 23.

Now… let’s find me a nice marathon. : )