So, I was told that my account of the Color Run was “very detailed.” I take that to mean . . . boring. I’ll try to keep this one more brief.
I ran a 10K on Fathers Day that was tough. The humidity, it turned out, was 93...
So, I was told that my account of the Color Run was “very detailed.” I take that to mean . . . boring. I’ll try to keep this one more brief.
I ran a 10K on Fathers Day that was tough. The humidity, it turned out, was 93 percent, so it was like swimming and running at the same time. But anyway, the account:
Two members of the running club I am in were going to be at the Fathers Day Run, so I was already intimidated even more than I usually am about these things. Both of these guys run like rabbits while I plod along. We were all running the 10K part of it (there was also a 5K), and we assembled at the starting line. I told them to run on without me, which they would certainly have no trouble doing.
This was a horn start (rather than running over starting mats) so the clock began when the horn sounded. Fortunately, I was only about ten feet behind the line, so that didn’t matter much to my overall time. I deliberately started out slow, knowing I had to shepherd my resources to last more than six miles, also knowing that the energy of these kinds of events can seduce me into starting too fast.
The start headed downhill a short distance, but then we had to climb a hill to the first turn where another hill awaited. (I had driven the course the night before, so I knew what was coming. I’m still undecided whether this is a good tactic or not.) The first water station (again, no Bud Light) was at mile one, which was just before the second turn. Again we went down a nice, shady hill before slamming into another long uphill grind. The next water station was at mile two, which was at the top of this hill. From here, though, it was mostly downhill the rest of the way to the finish line. I was down with downhill.
It wasn’t a particularly hot morning, and the sky was overcast, but the humidity was awful and I was sweating until my eyes were stinging. Also, my shirt was beginning to chafe in a couple of places I’m not going to talk about on this humble blog. (Yes, I applied Body Glide liberally that morning.) I kept plugging along and made the last turn with about a quarter mile to the finish arch. (The course was a square on suburban streets.) Libby and #1 Son, Seth, were on the sidelines there to wave and cheer and take humiliating photos of my sad and wretched self. And then I reached the turn for the last hundred feet toward the finish arch.
And I did not turn.
I did not turn but kept going because I was running the 10K, and that meant I had to run the square course TWO TIMES in order to complete the 6.2 miles. So all that I had suffered was only prelude.
Because I’m a slow runner, there were few other people still on the course by the time I was repeating it. I passed a few walkers, and I was passed by a few others, but the lot of us were thin, and I was pleased to see all of the cones still set up and the police at every intersection keeping us safe. (The first 10K I ran was not like this. They were literally shutting down while I was still on the course.)
When I made the last turn with the quarter mile left to my finish, I spotted a woman not too far ahead of me that I decided I would pass just to keep myself motivated. I plugged along and gained on her, and then I reached her just at the point where Libby was again on the sidelines, cheering my forward. But as this woman runner and I made that final turn toward the finish, she hit the afterburners and bolted ahead. I did the same, but there was no contest. She was clearly better at shepherding her resources than I. Still, I came in fast and fine, crossing the timing mat and feeling pretty good as I grabbed the water bottle held before me. Most of it went down the front of my shirt (not intentionally either), and that did not help with the ongoing chafing problem.
But i finished and staggered my way to the tents where all of the vendors were. I found a place to sit and was about ready to pour the rest of the bottle of water on my head wh