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A Turkey Could Have Run Faster Than Me

First of all, Happy Thanksgiving to fellow American readers!

So, I ran a turkey trot this morning, the Dick Meighan 5K.

It kinda sucked, and I debated not writing about it since it was just a race “for fun” that sucked, but I have written about every other race I’ve run since I started this blog, so why stop now?

My alarm went off at 7:15 for a 9am start to give me time to snooze and take my time getting ready. It went off, and I looked at the weather. Real temperature: 27, feels like 9.


I went back to sleep, and woke up in a panic at 7:45. OKAY, OKAY, I’LL GO. It will be fun once I get out there. I got dressed as quickly as I could, and my mom and I hopped in the car.

There were quite a few snafus with this little race.

1. They couldn’t find my registration.

2. They were out of pins. “So, what should I do with my bib?” I asked the volunteer. “Hold it.” Oh, okay. Of course. Luckily, when I went to pick up my t-shirt, I asked another volunteer about the pin situation, and she suggested looking on the ground to see if anyone had dropped pins. I looked and found two immediately. Fine.

3. They couldn’t find the kid with the bullhorn who was supposed to start the race, and they couldn’t get the timing clock to work, so we started probably 7-10 minutes late.

Nothing too bad, but just kind of annoying.

I’d foolishly thought maybe I could PR this race. I even did a little speed workout Tuesday: 10 minute warm-up, alternating 30 seconds on at 20 seconds faster than goal 5K pace, 30 seconds jogging for 10 minutes, 10 minute cooldown. Beyond that I thought that if I’d pushed hard for 3 hours and 56 minutes, surely I could push really hard for 23 minutes and hopefully 20-something seconds.

I haven’t charged my watch since the marathon, and I thought I’d do that crazy “run by feel” the kids talk about these days.


Speaking of kids, there were a lot of high school kids in this race.

When we started off, I was keeping pace with a bunch of high school boys, which I felt pretty good about.

What I did not feel good about was my pants feeling like they were falling off (throwing them out, like tomorrow. I’ve had them for years and they’ve always done this and I always think they’ll be different), and my shirt feeling like it was riding up and the cold air throttling my lungs as I climbed up hill after hill.

But I kept telling myself that 5Ks were supposed to suck, it was cold, it was hilly and I must be pushing it. I remembered there were a bunch of hills but also some awesome downhills to coast down.

There wasn’t a mile marker for the first mile, but I saw a water stop and assumed it was roughly around mile 1. A few minutes after this, my entire midsection started to kill from both a stomachache and lady cramps. That was fun. I tried to keep running through it but felt worse. “Don’t walk,” I told myself. “This is a 5K. You ran a marathon a few weeks ago and didn’t walk.” The other half of me, which won, said “eff it. It’s just a 5K. On Thanksgiving. For fun.” I stopped to walk for a few seconds, and every time I started to run again, it hurt. A lot. And everyone was running by pretty fast. I sort of wanted to cry, and I’m not a crier. I did a walk/run/shuffle until mile 2. I saw the timing clock from pretty far away, and it read 17:xx, and then it read 19:00 by the time I got to it.

Once I walked for a significant amount of time, I knew I wouldn’t have a time I’d be happy with, but once I felt a bit better, I wanted to try to at least just have a decent run, and I managed to pick it up to a decent clip for the rest of the race. One the last uphill, I saw a silver-fox dude striding up the hill. Oh hell no. I was going to beat him. I charged ahead of him, and the hill kept getting steeper, and he kept climbing like it was nothing. UGH, FINE, YOU WIN.


I crossed the finish line, and it said 28-something, and I wasn’t sure how far off the actual clock I was. My chip time was 27:40, so a 9:09 pace. As in…I ran a marathon faster than I ran this morning. Okay, just kidding. Just put 27:40 in DailyMile, and it’s an 8:55 pace. The 9:09 was what the results said for my gun time, which is what the awards are calculated by. Since my only award was turkey later, I don’t care about gun time.

Whatever. I got in a run before turkey, even if it wasn’t a great race.

Did you turkey trot this morning?

Happy Turkey Trot Day!

Happy Thanksgiving!

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I am really happy I ran a turkey trot this morning, even if I did spend more time in the car than I did running and each minute cost more than $1.

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To anyone who has the iPhone 5/iOS 6 and lives somewhere where they drive often, the above picture is not a big deal. But I thought that the turn-by-turn navigation on the iPhone was absolutely amazing. I guess nobody needs to ever buy a GPS device any more, huh?

I woke up this morning and drove about 25 minutes to Upper Saddle River to run the Dick Meighan 5K.

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Going into the race, I didn’t really think PR-ing was possible, but I thought I’d try to run hard anyway.

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I’m pretty glad I didn’t look at the map in advance, because I would have seen this bitch of a hill in the first mile.

When I lined up, I tried to wiggle my way relatively close to the front so I wouldn’t have to spend much time weaving, but I just kept getting pushed back. The race started, and we immediately started climbing uphill and I couldn’t get around people, and I thought “Screw it, don’t try to PR.”

Then I hit the the top of the hill and thought “Screw that, run your heart out. It’s only 3.1 miles.” Luckily I had a nice little downhill at that point to push me. Downhills are definitely a better place than uphills to decide your strategy for the race. By then the pack had thinned, and I could pick up speed. I looked at my watch somewhere after the first mile and saw that I was at a sub-8:00 pace. Precisely what I wanted to see. My 5K PR is 23:33, a 7:35 pace. I thought that as long as I could keep a sub-8:00 pace, I’d be happy. I didn’t have the extreme rage to push me that I did when I got that PR.

I ran hard and looked at my watch a few times but tried really hard not to focus on the math and just run. Around 2.67, I saw I was around 18:30ish, and I thought a PR might be possible. Then, of course, the race headed up another hill before the finish. I tried not to lose steam on that uphill, but I couldn’t help but lose some.

I came around a corner and sprinted with all I had to the finish–and that .1(6) was a sub-7:00 pace! (I have no idea where my Garmin is right now, but I remember seeing that and being really happy.)

Updated to add splits:

1: 8:04

2: 7:21

3: 7:10

.1(6): 1:03 (6:39 pace!)

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23:38? Only 5 seconds off my PR? I’ll take it. I know if I’d edged up a bit, I probably would have been able to PR…but oh well. I gave the race my best shot, and I am happy with the time.

Updated to add: According to official results, my time was actually 23:48. Still happy with it–especially since that got me 6th in my age group! (And that’s out of 79, not 7.)

Afterwards, some guy recognized me from my blog and he said this blog helped him through NYCM training last year, as he trained for his first marathon. By help, I think he means he started taking ice baths with beer too.

And then I saw this dude in a banana suit, and I basically chased him clear across the middle school gym to get a picture with him.

So it was an awesome way to start the holiday.

Any turkey trots for you today??

And now, of course, I want to find another 5K.