My First 5K

This weekend was a whirlwind of awesome (with just a hint of sadness over Philadelphia sports)!  After work on Friday I hopped on a bus to my hometown, Pennsylvania (legal official name, obviously).

After an awesome dinner of delicious Italian food from a local spot I went to bed, like a baller at 10pm.  I had to run 10 training miles before my first EVER 5K the next morning (I know, I totally skipped this really basic distance). 

On Saturday I got a slow start and only squeezed in 7 but whatever, I’m still nursing a cold with limited mileage (justification of lazy much?).  I headed over to the race (which was a memorial for my friend Lauren’s father who passed away last year and was a hugely wonderful member of the community) with about 15 minutes to go and got to catch up with a few friends from my childhood.  We decided to line up together and intended to run the race together, until Lauren looked at me and said, “I’m thinking 7:30s, that’s doable right?” 

My face did this (I do NOT run that fast…EVER).  When I got my words back I said, girl leave me in the dust I ain’t runnin that fast.  Lauren shot off like a bullet (girl is FAST), and I plodded along like my jolly self is prone to do with another one of my lovely friends.  The whole first half was downhill, so I let gravity pull me a little bit, but I knew I’d have to go back up that hill so I tried not to push too hard.  As I neared the finish line I realized I was still under 25 minutes and sprinted the last 50 or so yards to try and finish under.  I finished in 25:05 womp womp.  Next time.

Anyway, as it was a small hometown race I was the 4th place female finisher (and 14th overall out of about 150)! Woot!  I even got a prize (on a technicality since Lauren finished third and was not prize eligible).  I can’t wait until I’m done with this marathon and can bring some serious speed training back into my life. 

What are your thoughts on the 5K? Love it? Hate it? 

Which do you prefer: distance or speed?

Weekend in the Country

So I grew up in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, and my parents still live there today.  I never thought much of it (I mean I knew it was a nice place to live and all), but when I moved to New York I realized that its something of a destination.  One of my bosses would visit her friend’s “country house” in Bucks County, and nowadays there are ads on the train and telephone booths in Manhattan for “Beautiful Bucks”.Whether it’s a weekend vacation destination, or a place I once called home, it is pretty beautiful:

(and that’s just my parents backyard!)
When I got out there on Friday night I went over my friend Kara’s house for apps and zerts with our friend Amanda (I’ve known them both since 4th grade!!).  As it turns out, Kara is a regular Martha Stewart and treated us to alll this deliciousness:
I got to spend Saturday with family, as my cousin Marissa’s adorable little twins were turning 1!  The twins, a girl and a boy are the world’s cutest kids, but I was having too much fun to take pictures, so you’ll never know.  The party was adorable too.  The whole thing was “Thing 1 and Thing 2” themed from Dr. Suess.  Marissa did an amazing job making the whole day beautiful.
Again, I forgot to take pictures on Sunday when I did brunch with my favorite ladies from high school cheerleading, Kaitlyn and Marissa (different Marissa, and yes I was a cheerleader in high school…four years of varsity and captain senior year…and no, I’m not ashamed).  Suffice it to say, they are both gorgeous and doing well and blueberry pancakes have a very special place in my heart.
It was a super relaxing weekend and a much needed respite from the oppressive heat we’ve had in the city.  I tried to get a 12 miler in on Saturday morning, but it devolved into a run/walk 6 miles.  I’m not mad, sometimes you need to give yourself a break…I needed it.
Any weekend trips out there?  How do you get away from the city in the summer?