I've run it before, a number of times. Four years in a row, to be precise. And The Dude ran it last year when I didn't.
Yesterday was the slowest I have ever run it, aside from the first time (when I was pregnant with G).
I was working it too, training in the weeks beforehand, warming up beforehand (but not too much), managing my energy, pushing myself, shooting for at least a sub-30:00. Which I made (29:35), with a little cushion. That lined up with what I'd been managing to do in my tempo runs and speed workouts.
Training runs aside, I truly did not know if I would be able to run under 30:00 this year. All of my running has been hard-fought this year thus far. And to be honest, because of that, I wasn't sure I really wanted to race this. I would have been quite content if D had decided he wanted to do the full race this year along with me, which would have necessitated a different approach. But he wanted to do the kids' dash this year again - they get t-shirts and medals. The 5K runners just get t-shirts.
(He's quick enough but his strength is in longer distances, not these 100m dashes, so we're not-so-subtly encouraging him to move into 5Ks.)
I've been all over the place in my thinking about my running this spring, which is why I haven't written about it - or anything - these last weeks. Now that I've done this race I have a better idea of what makes sense for me right now.
Not what I want to do, mind you, but what makes sense for me to do.
In the meantime, it was a good race, it was a good family experience, it was a good way to officially start the season.
With some satisfaction,