Unfortunately my chip, as well as many others, didn’t register properly and there was confusion with the results. They’re still trying to straighten them out, but I left knowing I was 5th female overall and I think 1st or 2nd age group.
My Garmin clocked a perfect 3.1, leading me to believe the course had to be a bit short. I stayed within the cones, but certain didn’t run perfect tangents.
People were really laughing and pointing at us on one particular downhill portion of the course. I know what you’re thinking. They were laughing at us more than usual, which led me to look over the front of the stroller to see what Em was doing. She was holding onto the sides of the stroller with her head pushed back into the seat and a deer-in-the-headlights look on her face. Yeah, we had a bit of momentum going.
It was funny until I saw runners coming back the other way. There was a turnaround point at the very bottom of the hill. Then all I could think about was Crap, I gotta get back up this. Even mole-hills feel like mountains when you’re pushing the stroller.
My plan was to run an additional 7 after the race to get in 10 for the day, but it was all over once Em saw the bounce house. I ran an additional 6 with her when we got home.
Later that evening we were supposed to join Mr.Blondie on one of his trips. He picked up a lousy trip he didn’t have to do (it would take a whole other post to explain what makes a trip “good” or “bad”), solely because it had a long Saturday night layover at a beach hotel. When it was time to go, DENIED. The flights there and back were completely full.
With this disappointing change in plans, our Sunday was now wide open. As I was cruising active.com this morning to see if they’d posted the results from the previous day, I saw there was another nearby 5k scheduled to start later in the afternoon.
You know the saying, “Running is cheaper than therapy”. Well, running 5k’s is also less expensive and more wholesome than going to the movies or the mall. We had found our activity for this afternoon.
The “race” was a casual event of about 100 runners. It was nice, flat out-and-back course, but I hadn’t realized what a head wind we’d be up against on the way back. It was like pushing a sail boat at full mast. Oh my, I had to stop and walk for a little bit.
They announced my time as 21:57 as we crossed the line and handed me an index card with my place written on it. Old school, simple and easy. I was 2nd female overall and 1st in my age group. Again the course was a bit suspect as I clocked 3.08 miles. I’m totally waiting for the IAAF to call and revoke my record. Heh.I kept going for another 3 to reach it 6 miles for the day.
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