Yes, Nebraskans can laugh at ourselves. Even that new tourism slogan "it's not for everyone" is kind of self-deprecating. The Cornfield-Cornfield 10K is the June entry of a three race series called "Born and Raced In Nebraska" or BRIN, for short.
Victory/blessing number one was that I woke up without the body in rebellion as it was two weeks ago for another 10K. I actually was dressed and driving east by 5:30 a.m.
Blessing number two was that the storms that passed through last night left a cloud bank in the East, so I wasn't driving directly into sunlight. Got there in plenty of time (this race is in Papillion, Nebraska, about a 50 minute drive from home).
Proof of presence at Werner Park, where they run this little party:
I kept encountering folks I know from prior runs and classes, including my buddy Jeanine, a year ahead of me, and Joy, who along with me got them to add a split 60 - 64 age group so we didn't have to compete against the "kids". It's still open ended, with 65 +, and we'll probably complain again in a couple of years, as Joy is turning 70 soon!
I ran as planned, intervals, and not pressing for time, but you know how these things go... if you're feeling good, or you have somebody you're running with for company... well, I spotted these two yellow farmer/cowgirl hats ahead and had to chase them:
I did not catch them until the after party, and gazing at the photo when I got home, the sheer beauty of youth strikes me.
Cornfield-Cornfield does tend to be a costume race, and I liked this pair, dressed as popcorn and butter:
If they look fresh, it's because this was taken pre-race... saw the popcorn and had to go ask for the photo op.
Being "old coots", Jeanine and I had to stick around for the awards... one thing I have observed is that even SLOW paces at "our age" can result in bling. I ended up on the podium in third place with an average pace of 12:45 minutes a mile. And I now have a fifth pint glass commemorating the event.
I have no post-race pictures other than the one I took at home (on my status at the moment) because although someone volunteered to take one of Jeanine and me, she couldn't see my phone screen in the bright sunlight. And now, home, showered, I'm ready to call it a day. I've ignored the "move more" messages on the Versa since then.
Here's hoping for a good Saturday, June 15th, 2019 for all of you... making the best choices we can in that continual self-management journey. After all, it's the only day we ever have, right? Today?