Hang 10
Footballguy
Nice work. Now go get a beer.5k race report-
10:30am start time 80 degrees and 67 dewpoint. Pretty sticky.
Went out last night and drank too many beers. Set the alarm for 6am so I could get up and drink some water and take some advil. Drank 16 ounces. Went back to bed. Set alarm for 7am. Drank another bottle. Back to bed, set for 8am one more bottle and 2 more advil. Up for good. Tried to eat light breakfast couldnt do it. Managed to eat about 10 grapes. Figured it shouldnt matter too much since I had pizza last night, late.
Stomach feeling a bit queezy, but starting to feel better. Head to the race and of course I am running behind and have no idea where to go. Finally find the race area, but parking is all blocked off. I park in the back of an electrical contractor's lot and run down the railroad tracks to the registration area. Sign up, pay, get my packet. Head back to the car to stash my wallet and get my bib on. Doh!!! No safety pins. Stash everything and head back to registration tent. Get the pins, put the bib on and head to the starting line. Get there right as he is announcing the start. Which is actually perfect for me since I hate the initial standing around in a big mob. I notice about 10 feet after the starting line there is a massive puddle. No way around it.
So they blow the horn and we are off. At this point I am already drenched in sweat and of course my feet get soaked instantly. However my head ache is gone and I am feeling pretty good (so I think). Very crowded in the beginning and I have a lot of strollers to wade through since I got there so late, but no big deal. I am making my way through and my time is where I am happy with considering.
Mile 1-
Course is pretty flat and I am doing better than I expected. I have cut through most of the traffic and finish at 7'47". Legs feel great headache completely gone. Mouth does not feel dry and I actually feel a little cooler than when the race started. So I decide to pick up the pace a bit.
Mile 2-
This mile is basically a mud run. All of the paths are flooded over from the crazy storms last night/yesterday. Everybody is running in the grass along the sides of the path. I eventually decide it is better to just run in water on asphalt rather than plow through muddy wet grass. It is actually kind of fun to watch all the people splashing like crazy and just getting drenched. I would imagine the photographer got some sweet pictures. Finish this mile in 7'22" and I think holy cow I am doing great.
Mile 3-finish-
There is a water stop at 2.2 miles and I decide I should probably get some water just to be safe. I am soaked and I am sure I was already dehydrated. Thought if nothing else it would feel great to pour on me. I see it up ahead and I start making my way over to the right. Grab a cup and take a tiny sip pour the rest on my head and move on. The .2 miles to the stop were quite tough. I get another tenth of a mile and I cant breathe. I instantly realize I forgot to take my allergy meds and my inhaler. I pull off to the right and start to walk. The tongue on my right shoe is kind of driving me nuts so I bend over to adjust it and when I stand upright I can breathe. So I start running again. I do two minutes at a 7'38" pace and bam I cant breathe again.
Pull over and walk a bit and then figure why not try squatting again and see if it helps. I pop up almost like a dork doing a burpee on the course and now I feel instantly lightheaded, but at least I can breathe. So again I trudge. I can see the finish line now and fight through. I am wheezing like a fatty at disneyworld in August without a scooter. Snot is pouring out of my nose and I am drenched in sweat. I am sure when they saw me approaching the line they had the med crew alerted. I run straight through the finish line and practically accelerate because I see the bathrooms in the distance and I am pretty sure I am about to deposit some pizza in the toilet. I pull open the door like a madman and get ready to throw up. The smell is so foul that I cant even bear it. I bust back out like Tim robbins in shawshank and head to the river. I notice a waterski team practicing a water ballet routine and I am completely distracted. Suddenly I feel ok. Breathing is normal. Dont feel like I am going to puke. I walk back to the finish and get some water. Got a chance to look at my final time. 24'40"
All in all very happy with my run.
She says no are you ready for number 3 then shows me the positive pregnancy test. We just started to kind of try or more like not do anything to stop it so it was a bit of a surprise. So little koby #3 will arrive I guess next Feb or March.
