We did this race last year, but under different circumstances. I wasn't pregnant, so I pushed the stroller, and I was out to set records and win age group awards and so on. The weather was cold and very windy and Baby was not ready to run a race herself. She had basically just started walking. But this year, we changed things up a bit, and Baby was able to run in the kids dash.
Baby was truly psyched for her race this morning. She was practicing her running before we even left the house. We told her she would run her race, but first she was going to run with Daddy in the stroller. This suited her fine, but she kept reminding us about her race, lest we forget.
We had an easy commute to the start and lined up pretty quickly. The field seemed pretty small, even though the race had sold out. I think there were quite a few no shows, and I don't blame them. The rain was quite a nuisance. But we weren't going to let a little precipitation stop us. We saw some friends at the start and were able to get this pic shortly before the horn.
I had several goals. First and foremost - stay on my feet. Second, take it easy and run comfortably. Third, have fun! I'd say I accomplished all of them today. I knew the course, and I more or less knew how to avoid the potholes. The wet ground didn't really add an element - a few puddles here and there, but mostly as per usual. There weren't a lot of runners around me once we started; I was pretty much running solo. And without earbuds, I was able to hear the sounds of the rain splashing down and my wet sneaks slapping against the ground. I really enjoyed this run, perhaps because it was peaceful in the rain. But maybe because it effen rocks to run so seamlessly at 30 weeks pregnant.
The first mile marker was off - but they corrected it with the second. So in the end, things evened out. I ran a smidge slower than the Labor Day 5K, but I am also two weeks farther along. As I approached the finish, I was surprised to hear someone call my name. A friend of mine was out there with her cam snapping pics (her husband was running with their daughter so she wasn't just out there for shits and giggles). She is a fab photographer and managed to get this sweet action shot of me and my favorite things (running/racing/sailboats).
My official time was 29:20 (avg 9:27 pace). I got a lot of smiles and congrats from people at the finish. I'm attributing that to the baby bump. Or maybe I was smiling myself. It was a happy race, despite the rain.
When the fam reunited, we were all pretty much drowned rats, but it would get worse. The rain wasn't letting up. My (crazy but awesome) parents had come to spectate and met up with us at the end too. They paid no mind to the rain; my dad even said, "hey, I was at Cincinnati. this is nothing." (He was referring to Flying Pig '04 when it rained the entire 26.2 miles. He was right. This was nothing. In comparison.)
|three (four) drowned rats|
We tried to enjoy the finish area, which would have been a blast on a nice day. But it was wet, chilly and muddy. Baby did her best to make sense of the finish festival but had a little trouble wrapping her head around the concept. She had a lot of questions about the booths and tables, but mostly she kept reminding us that she had a race to run.
|best spectators ever|
|littlest (and happiest) runner|
I don't think she was too thrilled that it was over, but I think we were all ready to get home, warm and dry. I am just so thrilled to share my passion with my daughter in ways I could never have dreamed. As excited as I was about running my own race, nothing can compare to watching her run hers. She seems to love it. I'm so proud of her! And grateful that I have a family who supports my craziness and partakes rain or shine. God bless them all!