Ran with the Wednesday hill group for the first time since coming back from being injured. This is the group that starts at 5:30 and we run about 8 miles, from Barton Springs to the University of Texas and back.
The first half is all uphill mostly. My pelvis/groin didn’t bother me, but clearly I’m not in the shape I was once in. My lungs and the rest of my legs hated me the whole run.
I think I averaged about an 8:15 pace. And in the group of about 8 of us, I was dead. Last. And that includes a woman that was 21
months weeks preggo. (Thanks for the correction, Sadie – only a new mom running her first 5K post-baby could catch that mistake.)
Yep. I got passed by a woman that is 5 months pregnant. And that’s not even the crazy part. At about Mile 2, she fell. Everybody stopped and we all had this scary look on our faces, wondering if she had injured herself. We all asked her if she was alright. She got up. Dusted herself off. Walked it off. And kept running. And running. And running.
The funny thing is, before the run I saw Margaret and thought, “Oh, cute, since I’m taking it easy, I’ll just run slow with her. She is pregnant.”
Problem is, I couldn’t catch her.
(Hope her doctor or her husband doesn’t read the part about her falling.)