I’ll be brief with these postings, as one race was from several weeks ago and the second race was actually on Monday (more prompt of me, how lovely).
The Sandusky Fire 5K was a spur of the moment race decision several weekends ago. My parents were coming up to help with house stuff because they are totally awesome and fare more handy with tools than I could ever hope to be. So, it was decided that a lovely Saturday morning activity would be to 5K it. The Sandusky Fire 5k was a first year race organized by the Fire Department and held in downtown Sandusky. It was wonderfully organized. started exactly on time, had good race awards, post-race refreshments, and activities for the kids after. It’s definitely a race to put on the calendar for next year. Mainly because Toddler J really really enjoyed playing with the fire hoses. We are now thinking his first career he’ll pursue is firefighter because it involves 2 of his favorite things: water and hoses that shoot out water.
I finished the race in 21:07 which was completely fantastic to me given I had killed myself the week before with the sub 21. My mom with Toddler J in tow came in at 27:12<—crazy awesome time for Grandma pushing the jogging stroller. My Dad finished as first OA walker in 33 and some change. He walked so fast that they lost his time.
Labor Day’s race selection wasn’t quite as fun, exciting, or worth mentioning for reasons only to do with myself. I ran in the Milan Melon Festival 5K for the 3rd time, so I know the course like the back of my hand. It’s flat, fast, and has only 1 hill to speak of, and it’s always a great way to kick off Labor Day festivities. Except that this year, when I registered, I didn’t account for coming down with a terrible cold on the day of the race. I woke up feeling like absolute poop-city. I’m pretty sure there may have been a fever involved, but I popped some pills, drove over the race, and decided I’d see how I felt there. I still felt like crap on a stick. And still decided, “hey, it’s only super hot and humid, I feel like poop patties, but it’s a fantastic decision to race because I’m stubborn and don’t want to lose a registration fee like Scrooge”. So, I ran.
I ran solid during the first mile. And then I felt like I was running with cement shoes. In a desert. Sweat, snot, and fever fumes leaking out my body. Normally I use my position in the race in relation to other runners as fuel to push myself. Not that day. All I wanted to do was finish, roll around in the grass, and leave. So, I did just that. Finished. Rolled in the grass and contemplated passing out. Then decided to skip picking up my award so I could go home and lay down. Unheard of, I know. Given all that lead up, I actually didn’t run that poorly. But it wasn’t worth the horrible way I made my body feel, and I’d like to think I’ve learned my lesson about racing when sick. I finished in 21:51 and was 5th OA, 1st in AG. But really, who cares. Onto feeling better and refocusing my energy once I’m back to 100%. These kiddy crud germs aren’t anything to mess with! (Toddler J was kind enough to give me said illness, lovely boy that he is). Alas, and hence, and harumph.