I’ve been planning to run a 5K at the end of October, but I heard about a 2.5K run by a group whose races I’d done before, and I was intrigued. I ran the 1-mile and 2-mile in high school, and I love shorter races. It feels great just to go all out and not have to suffer through a longer race. There’s less need for pacing, and it’s just fun. I hadn’t run a race under 3 miles since longer than I can remember – college I guess, unless I’m forgetting something. So, I went out to the race last weekend and signed up. I thought it was odd that as I was signing up they asked me if I was signing up for my child, but whatever. Then, on the start line, the announcer says that the 2.5K is for kids! At this point, I’ve already paid my money and gotten my number, so I can’t exactly switch races. When I got home, I checked the website, and in my defense there was no indication this was a kids’ race. How was I supposed to know? I’d actually looked specially to see if there was a kids race that L might like to do!
So. Gamely I set off, galloping at top speed, surrounded by adults running the 5K or the 10K. They must have thought I was nuts, huffing and puffing like a steam engine. In any case, I was the first finisher of 4 adults and 7 children. I thundered across the line a good 7 or 8 minutes before the next finisher in 10:22, or 6:41 miles. It’s safe to say I won’t be breaking that PR any time soon since I’m unlikely to run another 2.5K lest it be a kids’ race in disguise.
The icing on the cake is the race picture. H found it enormously amusing, and I hope you also get some entertainment from it. At least my legs look muscular.