I left the baby at home because she hates the heat and prefers to nap in her crib, so I just brought the kid who enjoys this sort of thing. This is probably her 5th or 6th race, but her first 10K. I was surprised at how packed it was when I arrived at the race, but I still got there with plenty of time to warm up and stretch out. Or just stand around and shoot the shit. Pictures don't lie.
|Faith is carefully mapping out our race strategy|
I was talking to a guy from my running club before the race and I asked him if there were any noteworthy hills and he just laughed "You know it when you hit it" and told me to expect them in the latter half of the course. He also said "I'll help you get that stroller up the hill!" and I just laughed and assumed he was joking around because who would really do that for someone in a race?
I lined up toward the middle of the pack at the race start because I find that's less disruptive for fellow racers than me starting in the back and then trying to weave and pass with a stroller. After a short downhill, the course seemed to be entirely on a slight uphill. My plan was to go at a reasonable pace and have fun and I was able to lie to myself about having fun for almost half a mile before I decided to pick up the pace. It's not my fault, it's because two other strollers passed me. It turns out I'm not the only idiot who brings a stroller to an August 10K and one of the guys was even pushing a double stroller. I don't know if they knew we were in our own competitive group, but the race was on.
The one guy with the other single stroller got really far ahead of me, so I just focused on catching up with the double stroller guy. I stayed behind him for a while and let him break the wind for me (that's right, I drafted with no shame) but shortly after this picture we hit a downhill portion and I left him behind me.
|I mentally hear the Jaws theme when I look at this picture|
The 10K course goes past the start/finish line and then you head out for a loop in the opposite direction. To my delight, two guys from my running club jogged out (they had already finished the 5K) and took over pushing the stroller. It felt like winning the lottery, especially when we turned the corner and I saw the start of the hill. It was one of those long hills that is killing you and then you finally get to the top and turn the corner and realize you're actually only half way up.
The two guys were taking turns pushing the stroller and all I had to do was run and keep up with them. It was a sad point in my life when I realized "These guys are still so much faster than me, even after they raced a 5K and they are pushing 75lbs up a hill." On this monster hill I ended up passing that first stroller guy, which was hilarious because the look on his face was priceless. I guess he didn't know about the full crew service provided by the running club. My goal was to not have to ask them to slow down and I almost made it to the top without walking, but then I took a quick walk break to catch my breath. It's exhausting watching other people push my toddler.
At the top of the hill, the race course turns onto a dirt road and one of the stroller angels decided to stay with me and keep pushing Faith so I just just focus on running. On the dirt road, there was a 4 person bluegrass band sitting in front of a red barn playing music for the runners. Who needs Rock and Roll marathons?
The guy pushing Faith's stroller was really encouraging me to push the pace and he seemed barely winded by any of it. Then he started talking how he missed pushing his grandkids in the stroller now that they are too big for it. I would have had a witty retort for that if I wasn't sucking wind trying to keep up with him.
By this point in the race, the heat was oppressive and I was really looking forward to being done. After the dirt road section, it was about a mile back on the paved road until the finish. The race finished on an uphill in the direct sunlight and I had so much sweat in my eyes that I almost stepped on the foot of the guy taking the bib tabs at the finish. I came in at 55:50 (official time) which is much slower than my 10K PR, but given the weather conditions and running the first half with the stroller, I wasn't expecting to wow people with my time.
All throughout the race, Faith was a champ. She asked for a lollipop around mile 2 but other than that she just sat quietly or sang "I like to move it MOVE IT" to me (Madagascar is her favorite movie). She loved when someone else was pushing the stroller and she got to watch me run. I guess I have a funny stride because she was cracking up.
|Mommy runs like she has to pee really badly|
I picked a good race to bring along a kid because they had an ice cream truck with free ice cream for everyone. Faith was happy to get a chocolate ice cream cone after that hot race!
|Organic AND free|
You know how some people have resting bitchy face, like when they aren't paying attention their face just assumes a pissed off look and everyone thinks they are a bitch? Well, I think I might have Resting Bitch Stance in addition to Resting Bitch Face.
|Ugh, can you believe she's going to eat that whole cone and she didn't even RUN?|
When we came home, Peanut seemed upset about missing the race. She's going to be so happy when it cools down and she can come running again. For now she'll just have to console herself with my lovely mustard brown cotton race tee.
|This shirt does nothing for my figure. You can see every extra Cheerio I ate!|
Did anyone else race this weekend? How did it go?