Fortunately, or unfortunately I have been progressively feeling crappier this week. I skipped the pizza party at Jennifer's on Saturday night. Woke up feeling slightly better than I did yesterday morning and hemmed and hawed about running the race or not. My head is plugged up, it would be lovely to breathe was my only thought, the dogs were concerned about breakfast. Dave was off early biking, leaving me to dog breakfast, again. The hounds weren't going to give me a moments peace so I might as well get up and since I'm up suck it up buttercup and run the 5 mile race it will be easier than running on my own.
The Bobby Doyle 5 Mile Summer Classic is in its 7th year, celebrating RI's marathon king, proceeds of the race go towards the Bobby Doyle Scholarship.
As I got close to the start of the race, Pier Middle School in Narragansett, I noticed a group of young boys running with numbers. It was just after 8, wait the race starts at 9, doesn't it? Wouldn't be the first time I messed up a race start time. Then I saw people milling, ok, they are warming up, no worries. Bib pick up and shirt pick up. Nice shirt. I don't have any that color blue.
|Shirt and a Medal! The clover spins!|
Eventually Jennifer and the other Red Felt Running Club gals found me. Ah, nice, so I wouldn't be alone. Jennifer said "If I don't puke by mile 3 I'll be surprised." Guess they had a pretty good time on Saturday night! So that would be fortunately I was feeling crappy. We all started together and pretty much hung together through the race, some a little faster some a little slower.
|Photo by Allison|
Finished with a little pep at a 9:58 pace (my watch read 5.1 miles at 51:02 and I started the clock just before the timing mat and stopped just after the timing mat) I'll take it! Full results are here, gun time. Despite my whining about my snotty nose it was a good run. Narragansett is a great place to run. The course is flat and scenic.
As always I am in awe of the front runners. Fun to see them heading towards the finish when I was winding up mile 2. And then doing their cool down when I was finishing up!
I bowed out of post race mimosas and went home to ice my aching knees, fold the laundry, and curl up on the couch and sleep. The ice was delightful, the laundry a wrinkled mess, and the nap was bliss. My knees didn't even hurt afterwards. Guess I caught up on lost sleep? Who knows. I'll take it, especially if I'm not wincing walking down stairs.
Most Sunday nights Dave and I take the dogs out to the RC Plane field, he heads out a little earlier with a plane, the young pups. He orders a pizza and Giz and I pick it up. The young ones can run themselves to near exhaustion, refuel on pizza crust and we all take a couple mile hike around the property.
Beth, feeling old and ornery