Flying Pig, Cincinnati
With two of our 3 back to back to back ½ marathons done, the next weekend my husband and I were off to Cincinnati to do our third “flying” race and second Flying Pig, this one a ½ marathon. When we arrived on Friday the weather was warm and sky clear, an omen? We went to the expo and got our race packets and some of the best schwag I’ve seen at a race, not to mention some pretty great pig décor.
This being another theme race we had to once again dress the theme.
Saturday morning brought rain but it ended by late morning and was just cloudy the rest of the day. So was this “shades of things to come?” Unfortunately, the dry part wasn’t what we would have on race day. We awoke to a warm day but one that was wet. Yes, it was raining! When we were ready we put on our ponchos and walked to the start line. It was wet, but at least it wasn’t cold. We arrived with only minutes before the start of the race, hit the potties and got into the corrals. I think one of the most frustrating parts of this race happened in the first quarter mile. For some reason the insole of my shoe decided to bunch up (a first). I had to stop twice in that first quarter mile to smooth it out. Of course at mile one I had to stop make a pit stop, but it was the last stop I would have to make for the rest of the race. Mile 6 took us into Eden Park on onto the hills of the up until then relatively flat course with the exception of the bridges. The beauty of the area made the hills less of an issue.
Mile 10 brought the downhill and final flat part of the course which was very much appreciated. Both John and I were much slower this race than normal, John by 20 minutes, me by 10 to 15 minutes. It rained throughout the race with only a break every now and then. My poncho split up the side and John got tired of taking his off when the rain would let up and putting it back on when it would start up again. So we both finished the race totally drenched; wring out your clothes drenched. Even though I felt good after the race, my feet ended up with some pretty nasty blisters from being damp.
I had to heal quickly because the next weekend I was back on a race course. This time a 5K that benefited Make A Wish called Race for Wishes 5K. This was a local race that was just a fun distraction between long races and it benefited a great organization. I did it with old friends, my hubby and a new spark friend, Robin. It was her first race and we all had a great time.
The Colorado Colfax ½ Marathon is a local race I’ve done for several years. I did it with my friends Betty, Karen, and Jan. My husband, John was not able to do the race because of a pulled muscle. He came to take a few pictures and ended up helping a little with set-up at the finish line. My son, Jeremy worked the race, too. I did this race with new shoes (Nike’s) and my Injiji socks because they were the only ones that didn’t suck down into the shoes. My shoes were pretty comfortable, but I had problems with the socks causing a blister below my 4th toe; also I didn’t have the insole covering my orthotics so it was hard on my heels. I did the entire race with Jan and we talked the whole way. Talking with her was a great distraction from how sore my feet were. It was a good race, but not a great race. We usually all go get breakfast after a race, but this year we went our separate ways, so I was kind of disappointed. But hey I finished my last ½ marathon in this 11 week race battle in 3:32:47. Not my best time for this course, but that’s alright because I was able to reconnect with friends.
The following week I was doing another 5K. It was the Cottonwood Classic here in Thornton, so I didn’t have to go far. Friends and our DI from Fit Soldiers Boot Camp did this race. The faster racers waited around for us slower folks and cheered us in. We in turn stuck around to cheer in those who finished after us including the final participant. It’s been a long time since I’ve done that and I really enjoyed it. It took me back to why I became so involved in helping others with races. To encourage someone to finish a race, no matter if they are first or last is very rewarding.
Finally, Memorial Day arrived and so did my 10th race in the 11 weeks. This was the Bolder Boulder 10K. I joined 2 friends, Betty & Karen and 50,000+ others to race the streets of Boulder, Colorado. Usually we say train together, but a race is an individual’s race. This time we made an exception, we stuck together the entire time. We enjoyed a half slice of hot bacon, a mini mimosa, a marshmallow and a little bit of cotton candy as we made our way through Boulder. We searched out sprinklers and talked the entire way. This was a perfect way to end May and my series of races.
The 3 of us before the race
My goal throughout this race schedule was to finish and finish well, which means feeling good, still standing, and able to move the next day. I was walking a bit funny after Cincinnati and Colfax but I was still walking and felt good. Would I do 10 races in 11 weeks over 12 weekends again? Maybe, it would depend on the races, the places, the reasons and the company. Could I do it? Absolutely! I now know that.