I’m always one to give myself plenty of time when trying to go anywhere.
This is Chicago. I mean… you could try to drive down the street and it will take anywhere between 5 minutes to an hour.
Think I’m kidding? Don’t.
The roomie was a volunteer for the Burdeen’s Diamond Dash, so we had to make sure she was there at 7:30. We got there at 7:05. Whoopsie. Way too early.
At least we saw a double rainbow on the way. It was decided to be a good omen. Thanks to YouTube.
And it started to rain. Which KILLED me. Annie worked her ass off and has lived and breathed this event for the last 6 months. The last thing we needed was rain. She smiled the entire time anyway.But the rain came and went. So there was still plenty of time to get ready for the race and stretch…My creeper was back. Oh Mon…
So back to the race…
It was a smaller one. But 140 participant for the first year? Pretty impressive.
My lunchtime running buddy, D, and I, along with my girl Laura ran the 5k. After a long night of watching Mizzou football and listening to the awesome party my neighbors were having, we were all feeling a little ragged. But were determined to run this thing balls to the wall.
The horn went off. My guy friend pushed ahead as soon as he was off. I told him I would stick with him for the first half mile at least. I lied.
The first mile was a rough one. My calves were tight and I was tired.
Excuses. They’re like belly buttons. Everyone has one.
So I sucked it up. And kept truckin’.
My stride finally came at mile 2.
The sound of my breathing may lead you to believe otherwise, but I found a dude and set up my pace behind him. For almost 2 miles. And then I passed him. Which was right at the last .1 miles of the course.
Enough energy to pass one. But not the girl in front of me. It wasn’t happening.
Did this bother me?
My final time was 24:25- just under a 7:53 pace. I missed my fastest time by about 18 seconds. Awwwwww shucks!
Final impressions of the race? I won’t lie- there’s a lot of bias on my end. Being as how one of my best friends organized the thing. However, I will say she went above and beyond the call of duty. No small detail was left unattended. And the course was perfect for the size of the race. Even the narrowest part of the trail was saved for the end when everyone had thinned out due to pace.
Plus there was a bouncy house. What more do you need?
I’ll be back next year to try and claim my spot as first place female.
Or at least attempt to keep up again…
How did we celebrate the finish of the race?
This is Sunday Funday, afterall.
And because it was Sunday Funday, and because we were at Goose Island cheering on the Bears (we’re not talking about it), I had to get the flight of Goose Island beers…I have had all the beers but the Honkers Ale, but it was a decent deal, so why not?
The Honkers Ale was delish. However, my heart will always belong to the original 312. Holla’.
I’m sad she’s leaving this morning. And she may hate me after being stuck in rush hour on her way home to St. Louis.
Oh well. We had a good weekend. One for the books. Yeah- I’m calling it that.
Happy Monday kids. Don’t mind me- I’m gonna go fill up on caffeine and get a little salad detox in. Laters!