So I ran in a rare Sunday 5k. Things got weird. It ended with this…
Scotty the Riveting.
But let’s start at the beginning. I carpooled with my unusual suspects. One of which had scored us a prime parking locale. We just had a short walk, lovely as it was.
Sneaky photog phriend got this shot.
We made it to the race, and it was pretty big – several thousand runners for both the 5k & 15k. As luck would have it, we ran into a TON of friends! As unluck would have it, I didn’t have a bib or timing chip – D’oh!!!
Pre race with some running amigos…and also our secret service agent.
No worries, I was pretty sore from running 12 hot miles the day before. And if you can guess from the name of the race (Too Hot To Handle), it.was.hot. So hot and nasty…and not in a good way…
Hydrating before the race. Two Girls, One Cup.
So I decided to run with my tiny friend, as she said she was not “racing” it either. She turned out to be a liar.
We’re all like, “Running is funzo!” Dude in blue is all like, “Say whaaa?”
Mile one – we had to weave around like a gazillion others, and so it was nice and slow and easy just like we planned.
Mile two – my tiny friend picked it up. I said, “Ok then, is this what we’re doing?” and caught up to her.
Mile three – she picked it up even moar. I said, “What happened to the Easy-E plan?”
But since she did that, I decided to make sure she kept picking up the pace, as I knew she’d have a chance at an age group award. I told her to come with me, and we kicked it in the last half mile or so.
Shaving a minute off each mile is a good pace plan, yes?
There’s a new thing now where 5k’s are starting to give out finisher’s medals. Okie dokie den, fine bys me.
My smile is so bright.
And you see those shades there ^^^ ? One of the vendors was giving them out. Also bandanas too. Which eventually lead to the picture at the top of this post. Cute, huh?
A motley crew…Or is it guns and roses?
Oh, and if you were still wondering, my tiny friend did place…As did several other friends!! Wooot!
When I heard their prize was a plastic tumbler, I had hoped it would be a gymnast with a boob job.
Next time I’ll remember that you need a bib/timing chip to race. But all good in the neighborhood – it was fun anyway! I like fun, anyway.
How bout you? Any hot summer races? Ever race just for fun (and not to race)? Aren’t I kewt in that first picture?
-Scott
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