Fast forward to the start--one mile in, and the 80 degrees and bright sunshine were not agreeing with me. I managed the first mile in 8 minutes but that was way too fast for the hills and the heat. I slowed to a walk for about 30 seconds, and let's just say my attitude? It rhymed with "witchy" people. Let's stick with that. My poor hubs slowed with me, and then we started running together. Another mile down in a little less than 9 minutes. At about 2.5 miles, I had to walk for a bit again. I got ANGRY and nearly yelled at hubs not to stop--to keep going. I really hated the thought of him slowing down for me. A wonderful woman ran alongside me and pushed me along (thanks, whoever you are--you were awesome!)
I managed to pick up speed and booked it the rest of the way--the last .1 mile was around a 5 minute mile pace. I ran past hubs, not even thinking about it. Yes, about 10 yards to the finish line. Of the 5k that I asked him to run with me. All I could think about was the finish line and my time, and I completely forgot about everyone else. Seriously? This really got me thinking. At what point does the PR, the medal, become more important than the experience or the run with those you love?
I ended up 3rd overall woman, and 1st in my age category. But instead of being HAPPY like normal, it was a little bittersweet. Those few seconds I shaved off my time at the finish kick weren't worth it, in my mind. There is so much more joy in crossing the finish line together. Winning together (and celebrating together) or not--as long as you complete it with your friends or family!
Hubs kicked butt and got a medal too--3rd place in his age group. Woop woop!
Of course, in typical awesome hubby fashion, he had forgiven and forgotten within 15 minutes of finishing the race and was ready to enjoy the day. The race was part of a cute small town festival with an antique car show. This really felt like a typically "American" town and like we had stepped back in time!
I'm curious to see how you race with others. If you start together, do you finish together? What's worse: to slow someone down or to be slowed down by someone else?
I guess it's best to have a plan in place, whatever you decide to do. I hate slowing others down SO much, but in retrospect it doesn't feel great to have passed someone either.
I know there were lots of Memorial Day race today--who else ran?