Back on January 22, 2008, I
was dumb enough had enough foresight to enter the
Shave Your 5k Challenge, sponsored by the
twisted encouraging
Half-Fast.
Had I known on January 1, 2008, the day I ran the 5k that set the time that I would need to shave, that I would be entering this challenge, it's entirely possible that I would have run much slower. However, I didn't know, because he hadn't invented it yet, so I awoke on Jan. 1 and ran my
fastest 5k ever, in a blazing 30:15 (9:46 min./mile).
Except that the Shave Your 5k Challenge has been weighing on me ALL YEAR. For 354 (give or take) days, I've been walking around thinking, "Jeanne, you NEED to find another 5k before the year is out! And then you need to run it faster!"
HF laid out the terms and conditions in excruciating detail, but here's the essence:
The basic idea is to see who can shave the most time off their 5K time during 2008, so everyone will run a 5K at the beginning of the year and another one at the end of the year. The winner is the person that shows the greatest improvement.
At the very last minute, I managed to find a 5k with a $5 entrance fee: the
Potomac Valley Track Club 5k Christmas Caper. I showed up Saturday morning at 8:00 for an 8:30 start on the lovely, windy, cold, godforsaken Hain's Point.
It was cold.
Cleverly, I had specifically designed
my last post to set up all the reasons why I not only would NOT be shaving my 5k, it would in fact have grown a beard.
But hope springs eternal and the mind is a powerful tool as Number One Daughter's boyfriend is fond of pointing out. So I set my brain for 29:59.
There was a field of about 164 (or exactly 164). The start was a chalk line on the ground, and a piece of cardboard stuck on a stake, as were the mile markers. The start signal was someone yelling "go."
As always I had a carefully thought out strategy: Run like hell until you drop. You know, the same plan the experts recommend.
Mile 1: 9:13
My heart did feel like it was going to break, and I had to give myself a talking-to: "Don't worry about what will happen in mile 3, just keep going. Try to pass people."
So I did.
"That guy who is breathing up your arse? Do. Not. Let. Him. Bother. You."
So I didn't.
"Do NOT look at that watch or I will hurt you. DO. NOT. LOOK."
So I didn't.
I missed mile markers 2 and 3, but somewhere around mile 2.something, while I was busy bargaining with myself ("Just get to that tree and you can walk. O.K. you
really don't need to walk we have BEEN THROUGH THIS BEFORE, no walking but you can slow down. A little. Oh forget it, you can't do this WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE") someone jumped out and took a photo. He yelled "Hi Jeanne!" None other than
D.C. Spinster, coaching his crew in the half-marathon program. I have my own paparazzi. Just sayin'.
That jolted me awake. Now the mental calculations began. I allowed myself to glance at my watch and saw 26 minutes elapsed. I thought I had about half a mile to go (NOT) which I figured I could do in 5 minutes IF I KILLED MYSELF. "What's the point," I thought, "you've already lost." (I specialize in this kind of self help. Call me for a consultation.)
But as I neared the point of Hain's Point, I saw some people hanging around, some webbing, something looked different, holy shit the finish is right here, stopslackingturnitonRIGHTNOW!
I flew through the chute EXACTLY as the clock ticked over to 30:00. Or did I make it before? I checked my watch and it said 29:59. (No fancy technology at this race, just good ol' fashioned bib #s.)
How thrilled was I? Ecstatic. I started babbling to a woman standing at a picnic table about the Shave Your 5k, and making 29:59 and blah blah blah. Finally remembering my manners, I asked, "So, how'd you do?" "Ah," she replied, "I won."
(Longtime readers will remember my
penchant for inadvertently picking the winners to brag to.)
I had looked at last year's results beforehand, and noticed a lack of speedsters in my age group. There were awards given for 1st, 2nd, and 3rd, in 10-year age spans.
Could TODAY BE MY LUCKY DAY??
It was too much to hope for.
The RD read through the winners of all the age groups, finally getting to Men 50-59, then, Women 50-59, "First place goes to.. Betty... and there are no other women in this category..."
"Um, hello?!? I'm here!"
RD: "Oh, are you here? C'mon up and get a prize."
It was a bit anticlimactic.
The prizes ran the gamut from candles to cookies to popcorn to Christmas kitchen towels. I choose a giant candle.
Then I picked up NOD and her BF and dragged them to breakfast so I could brag. After which I posted my (unoffical) time on Facebook. And called everyone I knew. And wrote to Half-Fast, "29:59!!!!!"
Life was sweet!
Then they posted the official times.
94/164 Jeanne McCann F 51 Bethesda MD
30:01 (9:40 min./mile) 32/83 women
F50-59 2/6
30....say what???
I could end my long tale here, and you all could get on with your lives, but I feel it's my duty to provide you with the REAL END to this story.
At the top of the results page, it fatefully says, "Send additions or corrections," and provides a helpful e-mail.
Yes. I am pathetic enough to write to an overworked, volunteer race director about a difference of TWO SECONDS. Couldn't he please make a teensy tiny correction? Wasn't it possible that the clock was wrong?
And here was the thoughtful, immediate reply:
Let me think -- what would Rod Blagojevich charge for that adjustment? Hmmm ...
It's even less than 1 second -- they clocked you at 30:00.64 -- so the program rounded your time up to 30:01 -- so near and yet so far!
BTW they clocked Betsy Agnvall at exactly 29:59.96, so the program rounded her time up to 30:00.
If you hadn't had that little headwind on the way out ...
if you hadn't dodged around that 10K runner ...
so many ways to shave off 2 seconds ...
and the Time Machine was started exactly 5:00 late -- what if it was 5:01 late, or 5:02?
On the bright side, now you know you can run sub-29:59 on a good day with just a little more training. And maybe sub-29:00!
Congratulations on your award-winning finish!
Can I just say I heart this race? And this race director??!!
(But poor Betty!!!)
I started this blog in June 2005, and I can honestly say that I have been waiting since then to WIN MY AGE GROUP! And now I have! I have also been waiting since then to magically run a sub-30 5k.
So now, apparently, I have to run another one. Sigh.
Life is good people.
En fuego!
I like to call this shot "Hell's Kitchen." You can clean this kitchen as much as you like but somehow it still looks like an unmade bed. Notice the artful tower of pots and pans. That I washed several hundred times. Notice also the missing drawer. It's much easier to the get to the second drawer this way. Eliminates all that sliding open and closed. It's possible that we're a bit behind on the renovation plan.
Lasagna, made from an authentic ancestral recipe, and Eggnog bread, on my NEW STOVE.
My Major Award for coming in 2nd place!
Major Award, frontal view.
My peeps!
Blue-Gray @3miles. This is CAKE!
Blue-Gray @6miles. Still cake! I am a ROCK STAR!
Blue-Gray @please let this end! 13 freaking miles
Heh. I so beat the clock.
First beer since 1979. Hey, I can't feel my legs!
Need. Massage. Now.
(No that's not me. As if.) See? You can't argue with that award.
