
For those that know me well, you know that I am a morning person. Not just any morning person… one of those annoyingly perky and alert morning people… and that is before the cup of the coffee. However, what surprises a lot of people is that I loathe working out in the morning. That is not to say that I never work out in the morning… but for the most part, I avoid it if I can.
And yes, morning races are also my least favorite…
So a race that starts at 6:30 pm in my favorite part of the city is right up my alley. The Oktoberfest 5K is such a race. The race starts and ends in Lincoln Park winding through areas of the park.
Packet Pick-up at Fleet Feet was a breeze like always. My only complaint… Fleet Feet really needs to work on their definition of Women’s t-shirt sizes. Myself along with several other women at the race that I spoke with all agreed that the women’s sizes were closer to children’s sizes…

Leading up the race I really wasn’t sure if I was going to set a time goal for myself. I had just nailed a HUGE goal that I had been chasing for two and a half years and I was quite content with that. Part of me wanted to just enjoy this race. But the other part of me really wanted to see if I could better my time from the last 5K so that I could see if I had a 5K PR in me for my favorite 5K.
In the end, I decided I wanted to be around 30:00 minutes for this race. It would be a decent improvement from my last 5K and it would mean I was within 22 seconds of my PR time.
Luckily, the weather was in my favor this year over last year… it was a gorgeous night for a run. I was really excited to race and even more excited to spend time with friends. I was all ready to go in my WRCE Drindl
Eric and I met up around 6 and chatted with his track crew before checking our bags and lining up. This is a very small no frills race. After the Star Spangled Banner and an enthusiastic “go” for the vocalist, we were off.
I have a slight advantage when it comes to LP races… I know all the “potholes” in the park and I know where things get uneven. I also know where the race is kind of tight and where things spread out for a better chance to get around people.
Not having too much of a race strategy in mind, I knew I didn’t want to do too much weaving to start but I also did not want to hang back like I normally do. I weaved where it was easy to do making sure I stayed where I needed to so I could avoid those tricky spots on the course.
I decided to not run with water for this race. Despite this strategy working really well for me in the Mag Mile race, I also knew that it was significantly cooler and there was really no sun exposure. So I took my chances…
When I saw the mile one marker, I glanced at my watch and saw my mile split was 9:33 and was immediately bummed. I went out a LOT faster than I had planned so now I was concerned that it would mess up my chances to hit my goal because I would fade at the end of the race.
The one and only water station came shortly after the mile one marker. I debated whether or not I should keep going or stop for water. I knew I would need water before the race was over but I also kind of wanted later on… But since the race had the water station before the half way point, I didn’t really have that option. In the end, the strong headwind that had me feeling pretty parched decided for me… I grabbed a cup of water which I downed in a few quick sips and maybe 10 steps and then took off again.
As I made my way to the turn around point, I started to pass some of the people that had passed me earlier in the race. I was a bit surprised because my first mile split had me pretty concerned. Racing well after three seasons of NOT racing well is a bit of an odd sensation….
I made my way back under the Fullerton underpass… I really hate the underpass hills…. really short but really steep…
I saw the second mile marker sign and glanced down at my watch but I had already missed my second split. I was running blind now. But the mile marker clock said I was a little over 19 minutes into the race… but I also had no idea what the start line clock said when I crossed and I felt like I was slowing down so I had no idea if I was still on pace to hit my goal.
The next mile was a hug struggle for me. I knew there was another small hill to climb and I felt like I was slowing down even more. refused to look at my pace because if I had seen the confirmation that I was slowing down, it would have defeated me mentally. I trudged along…
Here is where I was really glad I was so familiar I knew the park and the course. I knew I was getting closer and I was determined to hang in there. I quick glance at my watch and I knew I only had half a mile left. So I made my through the last turns of the course getting closer and closer to the finish line.
When I hit the final straight away and saw the three mile marker, I took off. I had no idea where I was timing wise but I suspected I was borderline so I went all out. The closer I got to the finish line, the more my legs felt like they were toast but I refused to let up. My mental will was stronger at this point.
I crossed the finish line and stopped my watch… and totally missed the reading on the finish line clock…
I saw Eric and the rest of the crew so I walked over to them as I checked my watch… As soon as I saw the reading on my watch I was floored…

It wasn’t an official time, but I knew I had just PR’d by nearly 30 seconds… and I never intended to PR at all… I was also completely out of breathe so I doubled over as I told Eric that I just PR’d…
But what I really wanted was my official results… and a bottle of water… the need for water came first. But I was so tired and out of breathe that I needed Eric to open it for me… Too bad he couldn’t catch :-p
We grabbed our bags from gear check and then headed over the bar to sit and chat and eat and drink. I ordered myself a drink because I deserved one for a PR. It was a fun evening chatting with everyone but I was still rather shocked that I nailed a PR when I had never intended to do so… Oddly enough, I had someone believe in me more than I believed in myself…
I checked my mile splits and saw 9:33 / 9:31 / 9:30 / 7:49 (last tenth of a mile)… So Even though I felt like I was slowing down, I wasn’t… and talk about consistent…
The following morning, I eagerly checked my results…

My official results were even better than my watch… I officially have a 31 second PR!!!! I was even more thrilled than I had been the night before.
After three years of disappointing races and training, I feel like things are finally falling into place. I am actually contemplating setting goals that I never thought were within my grasp. So far the fall racing season is off to a great start for me!