Sunday, October 20, 2013
Yesterday was the Howl 'N Scream Scram. I rode my bike to the staging area. Despite my reservations, I suspect the only thing that would have kept me off the bike was a heavy rain (which we don't get here very often, because we only average 8" of precipitation a year) or a nasty wind (which is very common here). I arrived about 20 minutes early. I hope that was enough to get my running legs under me. It sort of was, but the first minute of the run they still felt like bricks.
I volunteered for this event several years ago. It seemed kind of disorganized. It did this year, too. I walked up to the sign that read "5K Check-In/Registration." I said I was checking in for the 5K. She pointed at a table about 20 feet away and said, "You need to go over there." What is this, a treasure hunt?
I got into my costume (a Seattle Seahawks uniform from the Chuck Knox era, minus the pads and the helmet) and followed the people who were wandering down to the start area. The kids were finishing up their run. The guy with the bull horn announced the 5K would start in 5 minutes. I headed back up to the tables to see if there was a course map available. I didn't see one. I asked if there was one. The lady said, "I don't know. They're about to start. You need to get down there." I thought that was awfully bossy. I've volunteered for events, and I know it can be stressful. And she'd probably been there for hours and was weary of answer the same questions over and over. But I was a little put off by her tone and choice of words.
I was at the start with plenty of time to spare. I walked the first 30 seconds, then started running. I followed my plan of running for two minutes and walking for a minute for the first 20 minutes or so. After that, I did a 1:1 ratio. (My morning runs are only about 20 minutes right now. Once I'm able to run the entire time, I'll work on extending my time.)
I was wearing a Steve Largent jersey. He's kind of a hero to Seahawks fans. Super-nice guy. Wide receiver. Broke Art Monk's record with 128 consecutive games with a reception. After being knocked down with a concussion by a Denver Broncos defender, he returned the favor: the same guy caught an interception, and Largent hit him so hard he fumbled the ball and the Seahawks recovered the fumble. Pretty tough guy for a tall, skinny wide receiver. I got several shout-outs for Largent. I pointed out the irony of wearing a wide receiver's jersey, given how slow I am. Too bad I didn't have a Cortez Kennedy jersey.
My time was 33:07. I'm pretty happy with that. I was even happier when I mapped out the course and discovered it was 3.64 miles. That's 5.86 km. That gives me an average pace of better than 6 mph. Not bad for having walked half of the course!
And then I went home and we painted the trim on the front of the house. Yeah, I know how to SELL-UH-BRATE!