Well, I certainly wasn’t planning on doing another 5k race so soon after the last one (one week later), but if the schedule allows and there’s a race, why not?
One of my former high school classmates also happens to be a chiropractor who I happen to go to for Active Release Therapy and Graston when I need it. He is also an Ironman triathlete, so he understands the injuries and tightness we have and he fixes it so you can get back to training. I had seen him post on Facebook that he was hosting a 5k race. And not just an ordinary 5k race. It was a Wacky Costume 5K Race. You had to wear AND race in a costume, or you got 5 minutes added to your time.
My schedule was free and I hoped, once again, that maybe it might be a small race and I might be able to place, so I signed up. And then I raided the Halloween box to find something to wear. Because there was absolutely, no way I was getting 5 minutes added to my time. I needed all the help I could get. I finally decided I would wear my red Nike shorts, a red tank top and the devil ears and tail I had. I also had a pitchfork that I would carry. Me being a devil. Not really out of the ordinary.
Unlike last week, today was muggy. The temps weren’t bad, but the humidity was. When I showed up for the race, there were some pretty good costumes. I was glad I wasn’t the only one in a costume, but kind of wished I had put more effort into it now. Oh well. I would be spared the extra 5 minutes and that’s all that matters.
And I picked right this time. It WAS a small race. Maybe 30-40 participants total. Surely I had a shot. Although there were some fast looking women, and again, no age on the leg to tell me what age group they were in (I knew there was a reason I like triathlons).
As the horn blew for us to start running, we took off. For a while, the race organizer, another woman and myself were running in a pack. We were doing well, but I could tell the humidity was getting to me. This course was run on a paved trail in a park and was an out and back. This would give me a good chance to see who was ahead of me. There weren’t many, but I didn’t know exactly how many.
Since it was such a small race, there were no mile markers, but when I heard my garmin beep that we had been a mile I glanced at the watch and saw 8:30. Not bad. Not as good as last week, but not bad.
I started to see the lead runner on the way back. I looked for costumes and bibs and counted. If I was right, I would be placing. It was just a matter now of where. I rounded the turnaround point and headed back to the finish line.
The little pack we started with had broken up now. The race organizer had pulled ahead and then I pulled in front of the other lady. I could feel her on my heels though. Not knowing her age, I did everything I could to keep her from passing me. I even sprinted at the end. Turns out I didn’t really need to as she wasn’t in my age group. Oh well.
I crossed the finish line in 26:44, just a little bit slower than last week. I waited around for the awards and was actually surprised to learn that I got FIRST place in my age group. Out of seven. But I was first. I was a very happy devil!