I’m signed up to do a trail 5K race tomorrow at Fort Ebey State Park on Whidbey Island.
My only goal is to finish. I don’t care about time. I don’t care about pace. I don’t care about place. (Well, actually, I wish I could say I don’t care about coming in dead last, I do care, but I’m going to try to not think about this).
Oh, also, no matter what — no crying!
I’ve never done a trail 5K so I guess whatever time I finish in, it’ll be an automatic PR.
The funny thing is, exactly five years ago, I ran this same race — although, I think at the time, they didn’t have a 5K option, so I did the 10K.
I remember being nervous and not knowing what the whole trail running craze was about. Five years ago, it was my first ever trail race. I had been a seasoned road runner but the trails were unknown to me.
I came out of it on the other side, loving the trail running scene. I wanted to improve on my road race times, but I also wanted to be out in the mountains. I tackled longer trail running distances. I even successfully trained and completed a trail ultra marathon!
Yet, here we are.
Not starting over, but being nervous to run a trail race again. Heck, I’m just nervous to run any race! The last race I ran was nearly TWO YEARS AGO. Since then, I’ve dealt with multiple MRIs, a second opinion and lots of physical therapy — self reflection. Oh, and the knee pain, duh. I secretly registered for this first race post-injury to be on the trails instead of the roads because if I have to stop and walk, it won’t be as awkward or noticeable … hopefully.
Also, it’s just a 5K, right?