Our town did it's very first Thanksgiving 5K today, so of course my wife and I both ran it. The race starts and ends at one of the local elementary schools, which made child care a snap: we just left our kids (1st grade and 4th grade) at the start, and fortunately a few of their school friends were there so they played in the playground while we raced. This is a huge advantage of living in a small community where everybody knows everybody else.
I'm not sure how big the field was. I would guess about 75-80 or so. There were a ton of kids running, some as young as mine. The sad thing is that I've raced with some of them before, and several are faster than me. :( Getting smoked by a 6th grader doesn't do a lot for one's confidence. It's almost as bad as getting passed by a pregnant chick, which fortunately has never happened to me yet.
Anyway, I haven't done any speed training since August so I wasn't prepared to go out and run a serious 5K. Plus, the weather conditions were less than ideal. It was about 30 at start time, but we had 15-20 mph wind gusts. Also, there were still a few patches of ice on some of the turns, so you really had to run carefully in spots. This was fine, though. I was perfectly happy to treat this as a harder-than-usual training run and just leave it at that.
So we line up for the start. I turn on my Garmin. Oops, the battery's dead. Great. I didn't bring a watch, so I now I have no way of pacing myself. This is also a brand new course that I've never run before, and I didn't even bother to look at the map, so I have pretty much no idea where we're going. Oh well. It's not like I'm going to be leading the way or anything, and this will just add to the suspense of the race I guess.
We get going, and I settle into a "comfortable-hard" pace. About a mile in (I guess -- stupid Garmin) I fall in behind a family -- husband, wife and three boys. I would guess the boys were something like 11, 9 and 7. The younger one eventually fell behind and ran with a friend of the family, but the rest were maintaining a pretty impressive pace for little kids. The annoying thing is that the 9 year-old kept cutting just in front of me every time we reached a corner; we'd be running side by side, and then when we'd approach a corner, he'd speed up and cut in. Twice I had to slow down to avoid running into him. Unfortunately, there is no way to run over a 9 year-old and not come off looking like the bad guy, so slowing down was the shark move in this case.
After a while, we got to within sight of the school that we started at. There's a little bit of a hill just before it, so I figured I might as well finish strong and attack this hill. So I speed up a little, get to the top of the hill, and then see that we're
not cutting back in to the finish; we're actually going a few more blocks before we loop back to the end. I wasn't winded at all before I started that ascent, but now I'm actually kind of tired and a little embarrassed that I turned it on about a half a mile too early. Anyway, the 9 year old now catches up to me and sprints past me as we approach the finish. Ordinarily, I would go hard at the end, but again there is no way to get into a throw-down with a little kid without looking like a complete tool, so I just maintain my pace and settle for finishing a few seconds behind him. Of course, everybody at the finish cheers for the kid, and I'm chopped liver.
There's no clock at the chute. It's just a race director handing you a card with your order of finish, and then they jot down your time. I finished at 23:35, which is almost a minute a half off my PR (22:10), but it was good for 14th place. When I saw my place, I kind of wished that I had run a little harder because it would have cool to finish in the top 10. Granted, it was against a field full of people who were hung over and/or out of shape, but hey, I'm hung over, and I'm out of shape, so why not me?
My wife finished about 30 seconds behind me, which was a PR for her. I don't know how she PRed given these particular race conditions, but whatever. Good for her, obviously.
We decided to hang around a few minutes for the awards ceremony, which ended up being a good decision. My wife finished 1st overall among women, and I somehow finished 1st in my age group (30-39). Obviously this was an unbelievably slow field; I would ordinarily be doing well to finish in the top half of my age group. This means we both took home pumpkin pies from a local bakery. We were planning on doing an apple pie anyway, so there is going to be lots of pigging out in the Karamazov household today.
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody.