It was my first 'big' race, attended by thousands, I have never before seen so many people in one place. They were all runners too, there was a spot were I could see about 2 miles up the road and it was packed with people running. I ran my 10mi race on the 26th. I completed it in my best time - 1:23:31. Previous record was 1:30. I am very pleased. Here come the tales...
We started the race, there were so many people it took about 5 minutes for the whole procession to start running. Within the first mile, (mostly) ladies were pulling off tights and skorts behind trees and bushes, some way too close the the road. Yes, running chics pee in the woods! HA! A mile or two later I saw the first wave of guys, then the port-a-pottie queues. There was still a long way to go.
By mile 3 it was getting hot, even the non-sweaters had wet spots on their apparel, I am glad we (runners) mostly do not care, because some of those sweat stains form the most well...'NO WAY' kind of stains on clothes. I did not stay long, I passed them.
I ran behind a skort so short it was sucked up in the runners orifice her bum was hanging out, and she plugged on. I had to pass her.
I ran behind a wildly swinging leg in 'you-shan't-miss-this' yellow shoes. I had to pass her, I could not focus.
I ran behind a strangely bobbing ponytail I wanted to yank it, thankfully I restrained myself. I focused on my feet and passed her too.
I will say little of the snorting guy, (that may have been me), the guy whose sweat constantly flew off his body, the many women I called 'Sports bra meets Almost Shorts' and all the unnamed gaits after I ran out of names; most memorable being (several) High Steppers, Hot Pavement, Wanna Dance?, Mile long Strider and Oh this hurts!
I enjoy running alone much better. I can fully enjoy my run, touch all the guardrail posts without feeling crazy, yell to my war movie music when appropriate without scaring anyone and I can run backwards and sideways. Running with a group so huge I could not break away from the crowd had me straining to attain that impossible feat. I picked off interesting runners to pass and I finished the race. My cheer squad said I was smiling. I am glad I have perfected my grimace of pain.
13.1mi in two weeks, I'll rest my soles for another day or two.
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Hmm, "...there was a spot were I could see about 2 miles up the road and it was packed with people running." I think next time you should shoot to only see them when you look BACK over your shoulder, hehehe.
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