I'm not sure if Race Reports are still a thing here, but for the three of you still in this thread, here goes.
My First 5K
...well, it's my first officially timed 5K race.
Preamble
I'm finally starting to get a good volume going again, although my ankle has good days and bad days. My knee will also grumble from time-to-time, but both aren't bad enough to force any days off (right now). So I've logged 3 consecutive 100K+ weeks, and been feeling good generally.
I have an upcoming 50K that I have been (in theory) training for, but it's mostly on the calendar just to grab a couple more lottery tickets for UTMB.
A month or two ago, someone at work mentions that DFW airport is hosting a 5K on one of its runways, and I thought it would be fun to go out there and do a runway race. Always wanted to try that. So I signed-up (so did my wife).
Well, as race day approaches, I'm still pushing volume for my overall fitness and kind of ignoring the 5K. I figured I wasn't in PR shape (unofficial 20:22), and would just go out and fun run it with my wife. I logged about 120K (78 miles) in the 7 days preceding the 5K, and even the morning of the race I went out and ran my usual 13K (8 mile) route to continue building volume. A little progression at the end, but nothing serious. I hadn't run 5K pace since the FBG 5K during COVID.
I shower after my morning run, change into a different set of running gear, and put on my fast shoes (Saucony Endorphin Speed) "just in case".
It's about a 2K walk to the start of the race, and I down a Mountain Dew en route. We get there, snap some photos, and before I know it, they're counting-down to the start. AGH I don't have my camera stashed, my playlist setup, or my watch GPS locked. So I step off to the side, and get all that going while a huge number of runners cross the start line. I didn't want to cross the timing mat to start until I was ready. Took a minute or so to get all that together, fired up a random playlist, and got running.
DFW 5K on the Runway - First 1K
In the moment, the Mountain Dew high kicks-in and I figure I'll run "fast" for the first 1K and see what split that results in. And then probably slow down from there. So I'm bobbing-and-weaving through all the people who started before me. Definitely don't feel like I'm running at a pace for a 20-minute 5K, but the fast shoes always add a bit, as does the Mountain Dew.
First 1K split hits and reads through on my headphones: 3:55 (6:19/mi).
Oh. Well, that's interesting. Maybe I'll try to hold this pace for another kilometer and then I'm sure I'll have to slow down. But this crowd is really starting to thin out -- it looks like I only have ~20 people in front of me. Honestly, I'm feeling a little /flex being so close to the leaders. Hmmm.
2K
3:55 again. Ummm, really? I'm working hard and feeling really punished, but I'm surprised I managed to put two sub-4:00 KMs together. And I'm still passing people. I hit the first turnaround at one end of the runway, and horribly turn really wide, but whatever.
OK let's stick with this pace and fight through the pain, and I'm sure I'll run out of gas and slow down in a bit. See how things go.
3K
3:55 again. I pass my wife going the other direction, and she's cheering me on. Best I can muster is a pathetic semi-hand-wave to acknowledge the cheering and that I saw her. But I'm fully in suffer mode. I keep the pace up deep into 3K and start to approach the second turnaround. But the mental math starts. Can I get through ~1.5K more at this pace? I have 15 seconds buffer from 4:00/km now, even if I fade a little, I have a shot at my long-dreamed sub-20 5K...
Hit the second turnaround, big wide turn again (ugh), but two things happen at this point. One to challenge me, and another to motivate me:
4K
3:59.
The challenge is that I'm slapped with a headwind all of a sudden. "WTF?", I thought to myself -- "I was running with a tailwind for the last ~2K???". It wasn't fierce by any means, but just the difference was a little demoralizing. That I was keeping those paces with a smidge of help, and now that has turned into a smidge of harm.
The motivator was the big difference-maker. At the point of the turnaround, the finish was more than a kilometer away, but I could see it. I knew it was a ways away, but seeing it helped so much. I just need to keep this pace until I get there.
Then, as I always do when my HR gets high, I start to feel barfy. Oh great. I'm going to have to stop to barf. Wait a minute: Stopping to barf is a quality excuse to end this pain. But "thankfully" it subsides.
And all I have to do is run one more K at a 4-ish pace to hit my long-dreamed sub-20 5K. "BUCK THE **** UP, YOU *****!", I'm telling myself. You now haven't come this far just to miss this goal in the final moments.
I turn a little bit of fade into some extra oomph, and as the finish line inevitably approaches, resign myself to barfing at the finish and push. I hit a 3:40/km (5:53/mi) pace in the last 100m.
Finish
I knew from my pace, I got sub-20, but had to Gian and fight off the barf. No convenient trash cans around, and I didn't want to sully the runway of my home airport! Manage to keep things in, finally look down at my watch, and see 19:44. YESSSSSSS.
I waited for my wife to pass the start/finish, and then joined her to finish the last 2K of her race. She's powering-through some nerve issues, so it was tough for her but she got it done.
Results
19:41 official time. 10/1183 overall. 2/93 AG (missed first by 5 seconds).
Got my sub-20 in the books, and now I never have to race another 5K again. The best reward of all!