Dash and Dine 5k Race Recap

Since running Big D last month, I’ve been very unmotivated. You’d think having a great race would motivate me, but instead I’ve got this “Never gonna do better than that why bother” kind of mentality. So not fun to be around. I was lamenting this fact to my husband last month when he told me that I should immediately sign up for a 5k. So I did. Earlier today I ran the Dash & Dine 5k. It was a small race held outside a local mall as part of the Texas Food Truck Fest. (Food and running? Yes, please!)

It was kind of gray this morning but also cool. (65 degrees in May! Nice!) I got to the race site ridiculously early (because it’s what I do), and I sat in my car until about 20 minutes to the start. Then I stood at the start for 20 minutes (because it’s what I do also).

At 8:30 on the nosey, they sounded the horn and 200 fellow runners and I took off. The course was two loops around the outside of the mall. Since it was such a small race, my strategy was to run balls to the wall the entire time in hopes of placing. Normally I focus more on my own pace and running my own race, but today was about motivation. I wanted to run all out.

Mile 1: 7:56

The first mile was really fast. I honestly didn’t know I could run a sub-8:00 mile. I figured that I would probably end up regretting it, but I just kept pushing myself. I realized pretty early that I wasn’t exactly going to be winning the whole race. (Wouldn’t that be fun though?) I could see the leaders way ahead. It also seemed like the handful of people around me were all women in my age group. Darn you, speedy women runners! My breathing was fine, my body felt okay, the cool weather helped me keep pushing, so I kept charging on full speed ahead.

Mid-race feeling exhausted. Running fast is hard work!

Mile 2: 7:50

When my watch beeped for mile 2, a runner next to me asked if I knew what our total time was so far. “Under 16 minutes,” I managed to huff out. I don’t know that I’ve ever run 2 miles that fast in my life! I felt like a cartoon character with legs that are just a spinning blur. I was in major mental battle mode. I simultaneously wanted to keep going fast (beat my PR, beat the runners around me), and slow down (body tired, mind tired).

Around 2.5, we started to come upon people who were walking and just finishing their first loop around the mall. Thankfully the race director had already instructed people to stay to the right on their first loop so that faster runners could easily pass on the left. Sure enough, they were all way to the right. No issues there. (Good job, race director!)

I could smell the food trucks and just had one last turn when I hit my 3rd mile.

It wasn’t the most picturesque race (the view was similar to this the whole time), but the double loop served me well. I ran 3.1 exactly. Me like.

Mile 3: 7:56

I was shocked to see that it was another sub-8! I felt like I had slowed down a lot, but I guess not. I knew for sure that I’d PR at this point, it was just a matter of running in the last little smidge.

Final .1: 7:35/pace

There wasn’t much of a crowd at the finish line, but I threw my arms up as I crossed anyway. I knew that I ran my tooshie off. What more could I ask for? My previous 5k PR was set back in March of 2011. I was in top form back then. I had been doing speed work regularly and the weather was really ideal for pushing it. I’ve tried a few times to beat that time since then, but I haven’t been able to pull it out until now.

My stats:

  • 3.1 mile finish time: 24:21
  • Average pace: 7:53 per mile

A new PR! With this race, all of my PR’s are now from 2012. I guess all my running has paid off. This race also did another thing for me: it got me motivated again! I’m not signed up for any more races between now and when Stephen comes home, but that will most likely change. Even though the weather will be heating up, running keeps me sane. There’s no way I’ll make it to the end of deployment without it.

Post-race it was time to hit up a food truck. There were about 10 of them to choose from. A few caught my eye, but really the only thing that sounded good to my tummy was something breakfast-y. That meant only one truck would do: The Belgian Waffle Company.

It smelled divine! I got a regular waffle with strawberries and whipped cream. The warm waffle mixed with the cold berries and cream was so satisfying. I scarfed it down while I waited for the race results. This was my first time eating food truck food, and I liked it! I only wish that something more unique had sounded good.

After the results were up (I got 6th female out of 107 and I came in first in my age group), I rolled out and headed home. I have evening plans (my brother’s engagement party is tonight), but I managed to find time to talk to Stephen, shower, and nap. All things I love! Not a bad day, not bad at all.*