I finished the St. Patrick's Day 5K this morning in 25:02. Not my best, but I'll take it happily!
This week rounds out my first month in the Springs and I'm proud to report that on my training runs I no longer notice the altitude as acutely as I did a few weeks ago. Today, however, with nerves and the "race factor" that makes us runners push ourselves a little harder, I noticed the extra 5,524 feet above the flatlands of Illinois. I usually run negative splits, especially in short races, but today was different, I felt a little clumsy in my own skin. I guess that's just a sign that I have a lot of altitude work to do before the Ascent in August!
Even if the actual race felt a little different, today was a reminder of why I love this sport. I woke up with butterflies in my stomach and that excitement that turns into kinetic energy as soon as the gun goes off. I was also reminded that I am not a 5K-er. I would have been very happy to slow down and add a few more miles, but that's just me.