The St Pete Road Runners held their 3 race beach 5k series again this summer. And what a tale of three different sets of race conditions.
Race #1 was held after a week of storms rolled-in from the Gulf of Mexico. The result was waves that chopped all the way to the soft sand. This is evident in the youtube video (below the pictures). There was a couple times that I simply had to run in the water. It wasn’t a strong run for me, and I was glad when it was over.
Pics from Race #1
SPRR St Pete Beach Summer 5K Race Series #2, a set on Flickr.
Race #2 was hot! Usually for a 5k, I won’t bother grabbing a cup of water, because I usually sip a teaspoon, and the rest gets spilled down the front of my shirt. This time I was sucking water on the way out and back. I have no tales to tell of jousts with other runners. After a couple vacations this summer, and not doing a lot of running, I was glad this run was over.
I don’t have any pictures from race #2 but I did get a small sunset video.
Race #3 was after I had taken a third week of vacation in the last two months, and very little running for the whole summer, but I felt I had a good result, and really it was the best run I’ve had since February. The sky was overcast, there was a light rain at the beginning, and there was a wide enough ribbon of hard sand to run on. Really good conditions. The first half of the race was uneventful, and the by the 2nd kilometer I was looking for the turnaround point & was disappointed when I couldn’t see it till I was right on top of it. On the way back to the finish line I was pleased that I still felt strength in my legs, and kept my pace. I had passed a couple people, and that happens. Usually around that 3rd kilometer the mind begins to retreat. At the fourth kilometer, I came up on a guy in his late 20’s or early 30’s and was in far better physical shape than myself. He heard my breathing approaching, and gave me a look when I edged by. A few seconds later he sprinted past me, got about ten feet in front and returned to his original pace. Thirty seconds after that (and I was still behind), he let out an audible squeal, and then went right to walking pace. I guess he ran by holding his breath, and then the squeal was him gasping. With about 300 meters to go, I decided to pick up my pace, and simply try to make it end. Thankfully I still had leg strength, and continued to push all the way through the finish line. I had told myself that the guy that had gasped earlier was going to try and beat me at the end, and used that as motivation to open my stride and run strong through the finish line. A few people at the finish were nice to throw some verbal encouragement my way, and is much appreciated.
Pics from Race #3
2013 SPRR St Pete Beach Summer 5k Race Series, a set on Flickr.