Today was the day. The day to make my Lybi 5K PR attempt. Weather conditions turned a little sour: cool (good) with blustery wind and rain/snow (bad). I jogged the dog around the block in the morning to get the blood flowing a little bit. It felt okay. Cody was to be my pacer, and we met at 2PM sharp. The 1st mile got off to a shaky start. We were on sidewalks, and I was continuously slowed by snow and standing water. Shaking it off, we managed to salvage a 7:41 mile, which put us behind pace. The second mile we were on roads, and I managed to find a good rhythm. Despite facing some rolling hills, we surged to a 7:26 (15:07) mile, pulling us even with the Lybi guy. It would come down to the last mile as we entered Providence. I pushed hard on the uphill, and then smelled the barn on the downhill, hitting that magical sub-7 pace in spots. Third mile split was a blazing 7:17 (22:14). I finished strong with a 47 second last 0.108 and a final time of 23:11. As our President would say, "Mission accomplished." Hopefully that will be the only comparison of my running to the Iraq war for a while.
This time is a full minute faster than my previous post-injury 5K PR, so the ball of conquest is truly rolling now. But it is no time to get cocky. My attention now turns to Benjamin, and his 22:14 PR. That is fast for an 8 year-old, but I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.