It's a tad late..but here's my report on the Saturday 5k.
Felt pretty good considering I had just tackled 14 (my farthest ever) the day before. It was an evening race, @ 5PM, so that was new. It had been cloudy and humid all day, but about an hour before race time, the sun came out and temps climbed. It was about 95 degrees with oppressive humidity. The kind of hot where sweat rolls down your back just because it can.
Ok, race time. I was ready, but uncertain of what this "recovery" run/race would hold for me. I'd never run the day after a long run. The course was fairly flat with a few small hills. Not too bad, really. I had comfortable start, but tired early...or earlier than I'm used to. I was really feeling it about half way through, and by about mile 3, thought I might puke.
There were lots of students in the race, as it was sponsored by a HS x-country team. At one point, I saw a young kid start to walk, then run, then walk again. He looked to be really hurting/wiped out. I passed him, he passed me, and by the time I knew the finish was near, I was just about keeping pace with him. As he slowed to walk, I started to pass, and just said, "C'mon, you can finish this. It's not far now." He started to run again...a fast burst. I was about to round the corner to the final little stretch, and there he was, about to walk again. I told him to go...the finish was in sight. I think I yelled go go go...I don't remember. All I know is that the kid ran his guts out that last stretch and he finished running. It was a cool thing to see.
Me, I finished with a time of 25:24. I couldn't complain...didn't know what would happen, and I felt I gave what I had in me at the time. It was by far not my best time, but I wasn't expecting that. I managed 4th in my AG. Not sure how many there were total. The whole race, I think, had about 100 ppl in it. Pretty small.
Overall, it was a good experience. I had fun and my family was there with me. And I ran...