This summer, these races are primarily going to be fun runs for me. I'm not going to take them too horribly seriously - partly because my wife is going to be running all of them with me and I'd rather run with her vs put myself through 18 minutes of torture.
The morning started out with a mini Phoenix area blogger meet up:
I seriously need to hang out with these guys more often - look how tall I look!!!
My wife and my son killing time before the race. My wife has a blog, my son does not
Before we knew it, it was time to strap everyone into their respective running strollers and head to the starting line. The first race in the series is a reverse age graded start. Sort of like a skirt chaser race but with age instead of naughty bits deciding the starting time. So, the older people start first and the youngest of the runners are some of the last to cross the start line. I think the goal of this type of start is to have everyone finish at approximately the same time. The actual result: mass confusion with a chance of an elbow to the side of the head. To give you an idea of how poorly executed this was, the jogging strollers start FIRST. That is sort of like peeing into the wind - just doesn't make sense.
Here is a picture of us running about 1/2 of the way through. As you can see, we were getting passed by quicker runners in the dirt while sharing the running path with other runners on the left.
Poor race design aside, the race went off like a hitch. We finished in 44:01 using a combination of running and walking. The course is the same as my Freeze Your Thorns Off / Sweat Your Thorns Off 5K so it was very familiar.
As expected, the first mile was rather relaxing - Jeff and I were able to crack middle school level jokes and push each other into the bushes while giggling about the word fart. However, the second and the third miles were a joke - people were zooming past us which made me nervous to make ANY sudden movements or waiver from a straight line.
Once we finished and grabbed a water, everyone scattered. Things to do, babies to feed. However, as I was chatting with Adrianne about her KILLER 4 min PR, a glimmer of light caught my eye - not unlike a fishing lure, nudity on TV, or blinking lights.
One of these things is not like the other..... Sparkle sparkle!!
This episode brought to you by the number: 1980! If you noticed the chick rocking the purple leggings, then your 80s radar is pumping out more juice than a flux capacitor. Honestly, I wasn't able to catch her to see what her story was without looking like even more of a stalker so instead I (literally) stopped mid sentence with Adrianne and started snapping pictures. Hilarious. Way to show those girls in the booty shorts who is boss!
Way to own it. Now, lace up your high tops, hop in your Delorean, crank the Cyndi Lauper, and take some notes in your trapper keeper, because the 80s will NEVER die