Saturday, June 8th marked my second Strawberry Festival 5k Race in Albion, New York.
Last year, there were 150 runners in the 5k division. This year there were 207.
Last year, there were 30 Run for God participants. This year there were at least 60 or 70.
Last year, my husband was waiting at the 1 mile mark shouting out times to the races. This year, Kevin was a runner.
Yes, my husband ran a race with me, friends. Yes, I was thrilled and so so proud of him. No, I will never urge him to run again. He has given it a great effort and if he decides to run in the future it will be all him. No more pushing from the wife in the peanut gallery.
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I was anxious all week about the race, mostly because I had a really great finish last year and I wanted to PR but wasn’t sure I could. I have become a much more controlled runner since enlisting the help of my Garmin Forerunner 305 GPS watch. I strive to keep my pace steady and mile splits negative – a far cry from my last year’s race with the first mile at 7 minutes and mile two close to 9. eeek.
Oh yeah, and last year I puked 4 times as I approached the finish line. People remember this stuff. And as good of story as it is (really, I love telling it with gusto!), I was really really hoping I wouldn’t feel like barfing. Because that’s just miserable. Besides being pretty darn embarrassing.
The shot gun went off and I hit my stride easily. Thankfully I wasn’t as nervous as I thought I might be. It’s hard not to fly up to top speeds during that first 5 minutes when the Speedy Gonzaleses of the course blow by you at 5-minute-mile paces. But I controlled my tempo.
Around the half mile mark, my friend Sheila tapped me on the shoulder and I grabbed her hand and said, “I’ll stick with you!” I was suddenly overtaken by emotion, feeling so thankful to have a friend who could run my pace and keep me sane during those miles. Tears welled in my eyes.
Last year, those last two miles were lonely and painful. This year, I had friendly competition, company, and encouragement. “To God be the glory!” Sheila said.
We stuck together at a steady 7:40 pace throughout, despite some pain and a wave or two of nausea. We told each other it would be fine if either of us felt the need to slow down or speed up, separating.
Finally at the last half mile, I felt a burst of energy and took off ahead of Sheila, finishing just 16 seconds ahead of her.
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I managed not to puke all over the place, as close as a call as it was during that final uphill climb. I couldn’t push it out with a sprint at the end, because I wasn’t willing to barf. Thankfully, and to God be the glory, I finished THREE SECONDS faster than last year’s time!! It doesn’t seem like much, but in the running world (and to me!) it’s a victory nonetheless!
My handsome husband finished spot on his goal time of 35 minutes, and the tears flowed as I saw him coming up State St. I ran up to meet him and then let him continue to the finish line on his own. He did a great job and hasn’t suffered any serious pain or injury. He even stopped just before the end to help comfort one of the teens who had stopped to throw up. He is such a great guy.
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It was fantastic to have my Grams and Chuck along with dear friends, Lou and Jeri at the second mile marker cheering us on! I love to see familiar faces when I race.
And then there was my momma, cheering like a pro at the finish line for every single runner. Yes, mom, you deserve a medal for “Best Cheerleader.” Thanks to all three of you for coming out to support us on a rainy, chilly, early morning.
Sheila and I both placed FIRST in our perspective age groups and were totally pumped about our wins!
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In the complete Race Results, I discovered I finished 4th overall for females and Sheila came in 5th! I am so proud of us both and still SO THANKFUL for a running partner so matched with my tempo. God is good, even in these little things.