Race recap: Tracksmith Twilight 5000
May 31, 2025 | Washington, DC
In which there are no thoughts, only running
(I will add more photos when Tracksmith shares them; I just wanted to write things down before I forgot.)
When I signed up for this race, I was mainly thinking that it would be interesting to do a track race for the first time. For weather reasons, I was also happy that it was at the end of May instead of the end of July like it was last year. In fact, despite some intense afternoon showers, the weather was pretty ideal by evening - mid-60s, low humidity, with the only drawback being the wind (which we will definitely get to). Weather, check; track, check.
The evening bit did kind of break my brain, though. It was really weird to wake up on race morning and just have...a normal morning. Not bad - I like normal mornings - but weird. I had a normal breakfast and a normal lunch, but dinner (which I normally eat around 5:30-6) was obviously not going to be normal. I ended up just having "breakfast" again (because I run after breakfast most days so I know my stomach is fine with it) around 4:30. Then I got ready and headed over to CUA for the race.
I had never been to the CUA track before (because why would I), and it turned out the easiest way to get there was...biking. Again. At least the route was pretty flat this time. The trip took longer than I thought, but I still arrived around 6:15, an hour before my race. I waited in a short line to pick up my bib and then headed for the stands to get myself organized.
The view from the stands. It's not a big stadium; CUA is not exactly a sports powerhouse.
At that point, the first heat (or section, if you prefer) was underway - 25:00-38:00. I watched a bit of that and enjoyed the enthusiastic cheers of the runners' spectating friends and family before heading out on my warmup. Straight. Uphill.
Like I said, I had never been here before, so I asked one of the guys at the check-in table where a good place to warm up was. He suggested going out to the streets around the stadium, so I did that. Definitely picked the wrong side, though, because it was a very hilly warm-up. By which I mean it was basically one giant hill.

I did a few strides in a parking lot and then headed back to the stadium.
You would think that, being in an actual stadium, there would be actual bathrooms. Alas, you would be wrong. Just port-a-potties.

It's really not much of a stadium.
So after hitting up the portas (grumble), I changed my shoes and took myself down to the track. I did a couple more strides on the field and then crossed to the other side for the start of the coming 12.5 laps.
I was in the 20:30-21:30 heat, where there were supposed to be three pacers for 20:30, 21:00, and 21:30. Emphasis on the "supposed to be" because only one of them actually showed up.

Fortunately, it was the one I wanted to follow (21:00)! His name was Scott. Thanks for not flaking, Scott!
According to the heat sheet, there were supposed to be ~30 people in the group, but it seemed like fewer, so maybe some of the participants also didn't show up.

I was worried about the start line being really crowded - normally it seems like distance races are best with about 15 runners max - but it was actually okay. We just lined up in a couple of rows and as far as I could tell, nobody stepped on anybody else. The race director had a starting gun and everything, so as soon as it went off, I hit my watch to get started!
Or tried to, anyway. Turns out Apple Watch has a track mode. Track mode is good! I am all for track mode. Less good was the surprise of having to select which lane I was using and how I wanted it to report distance. By the time I got through all those screens, we were already 100+ meters in, and between my watch issues and the general starting chaos, I ended up near the back of the pack. Oops!
However, the pack had already started to spread out a bit, so it wasn't too hard to make my way back up towards Scott the pacer. I caught up to him and his little pack of six or so within a lap or two and settled in there. I quickly realized the wind was going to make things interesting - there was a significant headwind on the back stretch, which was, bonus, also into the sun. On the bright side (or shady side, in this particular instance), that meant we had a tailwind in the home stretch. So the race just felt like
headwind...tailwind...headwind...tailwind...over and over.
Going into the race, I wasn't sure how I would feel about running 12.5 laps around a track. Would I get bored? Would it be really annoying? Honestly, it was pretty great! I didn't have to think about where I was going, and thanks to Scott, I didn't have to think about how fast I was running, either. I checked in with my watch occasionally to make sure the pace was okay and my HR wasn't blowing up, and otherwise I just turned my brain off. I sort of registered the commentary from the announcer and the music blasting from the speakers, but other than that the only thing I was thinking about was not bumping the people around me. It was very zen. I mean, it was really hard, but otherwise, zen.
Between my brain being off and my watch being off (from the track selection delay), I didn't really know exactly where we were in the race. I was just going
headwind...tailwind...headwind...tailwind. I certainly wasn't counting - I sometimes lose count after two strides and have to wait until I get home to see whether I ended up with four or five in the end. So I was blindly relying on Scott to keep me on track (no pun initially intended, but I did notice it and choose to leave it in, so...

). I trusted Scott. Scott was keeping us on pace (and looking ridiculously comfortable doing it - he must be really fast).
Scott started telling us how many laps we had left coming into the home stretch (
tailwind...) into three to go.
"Phew!" I thought. "This is getting
really hard."
There were only a few of us left in the 21:00 pack. My breathing was
very audible. I was somewhat uncertain about whether I could actually make it through three more laps at this pace. But I kept trying to keep up with Scott.
Just after he said "two," the announcer celebrated the race winner coming in.
"That's weird," I thought. "I don't remember anybody lapping us."
I glanced at the clock as we came down the home stretch, and I saw 20:46.
"That's also weird," I thought. "We've been right around 6:45 pace (21 flat) this whole time, and after another lap it will be way over 21 minutes."
I then forgot all of those thoughts and gathered myself for the final lap.
I was pushing as hard as I could. Scott was being encouraging. In the back stretch (
headwind...), I looked down at my watch and actually saw the distance, which was...3.15. "Hang on..." I thought, "I started my watch late. So if it says I've run more than 3.1 miles...then..." I looked over at Scott. "Wait," I gasped (still running at race pace here). "Did we (gasp) run (gasp) an extra lap?" Scott, comfortingly, went, "Uhhh...maybe?"
Yep. We did.


I finally got to stop halfway around the final-plus turn. (No one else had gone with us on the "last" lap; I guess the rest of our little pack had been more aware than I was.

) Apparently Scott's watch was also having issues, so he was just thinking about being done at 21 minutes (and remember, this pace was pretty easy for him). And that's how I accidentally turned a 5000-meter race into about a 5250m one.
Honestly, I wasn't even mad about it. If I hadn't done that extra 2/3 of a lap, the race would have come up as like 2.9 miles on my watch, and that would have been really annoying. I only wish I had been able to kick at the end, but how much of a kick I would have had is debatable. (I think I should still get credit for at least a few extra seconds, though.

)
When I checked the results, it turned out I had finished the actual 5000 in 20:49. So hey, I still managed to get under 21:00! Not bad considering I didn't know I was finishing.
Okay, Strava. I ran on a track. You can see that I ran on a track. How is it possible that (a) there are elevation changes, and (b) the elevation changes are different
mile by mile??
After changing back to my Noosa Tris, I jogged around on the field for a bit as my cool-down (really no worse than the "warm-up area" in the Epcot parking lot). Biking home was much quicker than biking to the stadium (mostly slightly downhill vs. mostly slightly uphill). By the time I walked the dog, ate dinner (which I hadn't been sure I would want but I was starving), and showered, it was after 10:30. The words kept blurring as I was reading in bed. It didn't take long for me to just pass out.
So that was my track adventure for the year. I learned some important things, like that if I'm running on a track, I need to start my watch earlier, and that I should really pay
some attention to where I am in the race, especially if I'm running in circles.
But cheers to Scott, who may have also had trouble with counting but did an excellent job pacing. I would consider doing this race again - I actually liked running on the track much more than I expected to. If there's a
Twilight 5000 in your area, it could be worth checking out.